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

Sorry, that was obnoxious for Monday. September 15th, 2014. How's it going? How are you? What's up?

Fucking house is hot as shit. God damn AC. I don't know what's going on with it. I really gotta stop doing this.

I gotta stop trashing my house because someday, you know, I maybe I'll sell it.

You know, and no matter how many photos I put up that makes it look like it's all shiny and new.

Come aboard. We want to sell it to you. It's my shit home.

They added the bottom floor in the 50s. My shit home.

Are you into dry rot wood because that's what I have behind all the plaster. You see, sorry.

Now, we're actually turning the fucking corner downstairs. They've roughed it up and they are ready to now put the final touches on a downstairs that should have been built like this to begin with.

You know what my downstairs basically is because this originally was at one floor house. It's like an expansive expansion franchise.

My downstairs when I bought this house, unbeknownst to me, was the Tampa Bay Buckeneers in 1977.

Okay. And Sam, not Sam, Huff, Gary Huff. Gary, Gary Huff. I think that's the name of the original Tampa Bay Buckeneers quarterback.

Of that team that went on 14, he designed the downstairs. All right. He designed the fucking downstairs. So anyways, everything has been corrected.

Everything has been aligned. Everything is square. Everything is true. Learning all these construction words. All right.

That and hey, I don't know if you saw the last invoice, but we're still waiting for payment. That's another big construction term.

You know what kills me, those motherfuckers, they somehow, they put a flat on one of my bicycle. It's not my bicycle. It's the one I bought for Nia and she never used it.

You know, so I actually write it now. I write it through the canyons. No. Every once in a while, I'll take it out for a spin.

And I should have known because the front tie needed a little bit of air, but the back one was just done. And I pumped them back up and everything was good. I listened. I didn't hear any sound. So I thought it was fucking fine.

And then I went down there and the things, you know, just one of the added costs. And I got to tell you, if I was a cunt, not saying I'm not, but if I was like a motivated.

If I was trying to make all American in the cunt category, I would actually take the whatever is going to cost me to have somebody put a new fucking inner tube in it.

If it was the front tire, I'd do it myself, but it's a back tire. And you know, old freckles doesn't have time for that shit. I could go on YouTube. Share I could do it.

I'd change back tire and move all of that shit out of the way. And I could get all fucking greasy and then have to go down to home depot and buy that fucking that that that that sad that cuts through the grease.

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