Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Byrne. It's time for the Monday morning podcast for Monday, July 19th. Oh, sorry, July 20th.

2020. What's going on? How are you? How are you?

Oh, I got a couple of emails. I got one that's really going to get me going. I almost want to read it right out of the fucking gate.

In fact, I think I might just right out of the fucking gate. Isn't this fucking idiot? He goes, stop bitching about people going to the beach.

Billy bitch, Billy Beach, bitching, Burr. Congrats on your new kid. Your quarantine experience just keeps getting better and better.

You have a wife who keeps your company and occasionally fucks you. God knows why. You have two kids who love you and need to and need to take care of.

You have a garage with a kid that you can jam on without bothering your neighbors and you can make money doing podcasts at home.

Now, let me tell you about my situation. See, this is what he really wanted to talk about. I love out having a kid during a fucking pandemic. Is this wonderful thing?

I probably took three years off of my life stressing out about what would happen if we go into the hospital, we get it, are we going to be quarantined? All of that.

I mean, having a kid, this is just, this is all young person shit. You got a kid that told me, I just went out and picked up a fucking PlayStation.

Jesus fucking Christ. Yeah, kid, I need to take care of 24 fucking seven. Jesus Christ. Yeah, tell me how the world works there, youngster. Here we go. Now tell, let me tell you about my situation. Okay, here we go.

Cue the violence. I'm a single guy in my early 20s who lives alone in the United States of America in an apartment with paper thin walls. No playing my guitar with the amp on it. All.

Okay, do you think I was never your age? How old are you? I literally I slept on a futon till I was 36. Go fuck yourself. Go fuck yourself. I had no wife, no kids. I had a fucking futon. I was living in a, in a, in a, what did I have a studio that they called a one bedroom and they were fucking me on the rent.

And guess what? I had paper thin walls and I could hear the arguments and smell the food. So I don't know what you're talking about. I already paid those dues. So don't fucking talk to me like I leapfrog this part of my life. All right, moving ahead.

I haven't gotten laid in more than three months. And by the way, when your wife's in the final trimester and then has a kid, yeah, you're not having sex. Okay, that's just basically it. All right. Okay, says I haven't gotten laid in more than three months because of this virus.

And I get lonely spending all my time in my shitty apartment.

Poor baby. I feel so bad for you. It's got it has to be so hard.

It has to be so fucking hard. Go up postmates. He has 24 seven free porn sitting on his fucking.

And I'm not even saying don't go outside. I'm just saying where a fucking mask. You dumb cunts. That's it. All right. And to top it all up. This is to top it all up. Okay. So he has food. He has shelter. He has a guitar and an amp, but he can't use the amp.

And he has paper thin walls paper thin everybody like if he lean on them, they've literally fall down. I mean, to top it all off, we have no clue when this shit is going to end.

Yeah, I wonder why that is. It could be years. Yeah, if you keep going out without a mask. If you're at risk, you can get your groceries delivered and wear a mask. But I don't need old fucks like you who have some shit going for them.

Telling me that I shouldn't be going to bars in the beach. See this guy right here. You know what this guy is? This guy is a future banker.

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