Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Byrne. It's the Monday morning podcast for Monday, July 13th,

2015. What's going on? How are you? I just had a really embarrassing moment, right? It's Sunday

afternoon. Isn't there a song about Sunday afternoons rainy days and Mondays? Oh, Jesus, Sunday

afternoon is now out goes. I just had a really embarrassing thing. I fucking Andrew,

who sends me all the podcast shit, I'm walking my dog around the block. I eat boo boo boo

do it. And he tells me to call him. So he tells me that he sent me the podcast shit. So I

go to it, you know, I come back with the dog and I go to fucking check my emails that it's not

there. In fact, I haven't got one fucking email since July 10th, which never happened. So I check my little mini iPad thing.

It won't let it's refreshing. It won't give me anything else. I check my fucking iPhone. I got the six now.

Just like all you kids out there playing the fucking avatar games. The one single person first person.

I'll blow your fucking face off in the comfort of my attic bedroom. All right. I got the new one. None of them.

No emails for two days. I'm like, what the fuck this fucking happens to me all the time.

So I lose my shit. I call Andrew up and he's going, ah, that's weird. That's strange. I never heard that.

I was like, people always say about my shit. And then he tells me he hasn't told me. He hasn't sent it yet.

Let me try sending them and then they came through. So there was nothing wrong.

It was just my dumb ass. It not got an email in two days. And I thought I was so fucking important that I at least get a little bit of spam.

So whatever this fucking egg and old freckles face here, you know,

some I'm starting off humble.

Starting off humble like that fucking Irish guy there with his chest tattoo running around talking all this shit that he was going to do to the half of the fucking world.

Now listen, I don't watch a lot of UFC. So I don't even know any of the fucking names.

But I watch that, you know, and I'm part Irish. And that guy skipping around like a fucking leprechaun talking all that shit.

And it just fucking annoyed me. So now I'm now I'm rooting for Barney Rubble.

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