Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr and it's time for the Monday morning podcast for Monday.

June 21st. What's going on? How's it going everyone? Everyone, how are you? I hope you had a happy

Father's Day. Father's Day. I hope everybody, you know, hope you had a good time.

You know, I bitched enough about my Father's Day to make sure that my wife realized that it's called Father's Day.

Not Father's Morning. Not Father's Morning and into the early afternoon and then the shit goes back to normal.

Ah, no! Father's Day, all day. All day, baby, all day. Who are you honoring? This guy.

Who's the man with the shit jumps to keep the lights on? That's right. Say it. Repeat after me.

Right? This is my day.

So I'm in the middle of my day right now. Of course, it's tough to do a podcast, you know. But you know, whatever, I'm still enjoying myself.

I've been chilling out. You know, my wife was asking me. She's like, what do you want to do for for Father's Day?

Do you want to go to brunch? Can you believe that? Can you believe the fucking nerve, that beautiful saint of a woman that married this fucking asshole?

Can you believe that? Do I want to go to brunch? No, I don't want to do your shit on my day.

So she laughs, she goes, all right, well, what do you want to do that? And I said nothing.

Absolutely fucking nothing. Nada, zero, zilch. Big L, what am I for, Ed?

Okay, I want to do nothing. Like an overpaid free agent, doesn't the playoffs. I want to do what they do. Nothing.

And that's what I've been doing. You know, she took the kids out and everything, but I'm going to go meet up with them.

Because I was like, listen, I mean, I want to hang out and not do anything, but I want you guys to leave. I love you guys.

I was actually playing with my son this morning, man. I had such a blast with him. He doesn't know how to say my name, but the second he sees me, he goes ball, ball, ball.

Because he knows he knows what's going down. He knows the energy is going up and he gets excited. So this morning I was rolling the ball to him and he was laying on his side.

And he actually decided that he was going to kick the ball laying sideways.

Tell you this kid is coordinated. This is not the ramblings of an overly proud dad who's had overheels in love with this son.

I'm telling you this kid has got skills. He's going to make all the dreams I couldn't come true.

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