Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr and it's the Monday morning podcast from Monday, August 4th,

2000 and fucking 14

You know what I'm gonna energy my way through energy. I'm gonna energy my fucking way through this podcast. It is Sunday night

If you need to know wait, I got to make sure my windows are closed because I have a feeling I'm gonna be screaming

Yeah, close this fucker

Close this one over here, and that's all good. We got it all airtight my little podcast panic room

Here we go. All right. How unprofessional is that?

You can hear me walking across the room and I think that that's the appeal of this podcast

You know the listeners feel like they're actually in the room with you shut up

You over-analysing

cunt

You don't host a podcast. You don't do anything creative so you don't know what the listener is doing

In order for you to know what the listener's doing you'd have to interview a whole fucking bunch of them

to try to get a vibe

All right there

Podcast weekly or whatever fucking magazine you're right for I

Didn't ask for your review

There is no review there is no podcast but this is just frustration

This is just frustration because I got a bunch of shit. I got to do tomorrow. What are you gonna do tomorrow Bill?

Well, I'm gonna have another meeting another meeting about the downstairs that I had that evidently was fucking built

By whoever owned this house back in the 19 fucking 50s

Oh God, what a shit show. What a fucking

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