Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr and it's the Monday morning podcast from Monday, August 17th,

2015. Why did I just say 17th like like something major happened?

You know on this day and this day two hundred years ago

Christopher Columbus had juckish itch which was fatal back in the 70. How the fuck would he still be alive Bill?

He probably died of scurvy in the, see 1492 we came over here and hacked off the fucking Native Americans hands.

You know, probably an unprotected sex. Introduce some sort of, I don't know, I don't know what,

genital genitalian scabies. Is that how you say it? I don't know people. This has got to be a record.

How quickly this 53 seconds in and it just went right off the fucking rails. This podcast is over.

Fucking over. Jesus Christ. I didn't want to say I'm August 17th just the way I said that.

17th and I got all panicky like why did I say it like something important happened?

And then that fucking debacle happened. Anyways, what's going on? How are you?

It's the 17th day of August in the year of our Lord 2015. This is the year of the

cockatoo I believe in the Chinese calendar. They have cockatoo's over there. I don't know.

I've been to Hong Kong. I didn't see any. I was only there for a day. Anyways, so, oh Billy fat tits.

The fucking pasty Avenger. I've been on a tear here. As I told you last week, I fucked up my knee.

My knee. I fucked the thing up skipping rope. Trauma, right? And I guess my fucking leg muscles

got all tight and it started yanking my old ass knee in the wrong direction. I started like

just hobbling out to the car. Tippy toeing down the street.

Into the bathroom. Can you take that old man piss in the middle of the night?

Just wake up from a dream. I ain't what you dream about at my age. I'm going to a farmer's market.

They still have tomatoes left. Yeah, that's a dream to me. I wake up aroused when I have that dream.

It's a sad, it's a sad fucking case. But anyway, so I stretched out and did all that shit,

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