Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr. And it's time for the Monday morning podcast from Monday, September 7th, 2015. What's going on? How?

I, yeah.

What's going on? I'm a little bit late, but you know, you don't have to work today, right?

If you were in the United States of America, well, we work so goddamn hard every year. One day a year they go, you know what? Today's Labor Day. That's all we get.

All we get, we get one day a year, you know, unlike you European, Const, Jesus Christ, you even talk about having a baby. They give some broad like fucking nine weeks off.

Right. Just come back whenever you feel like, you know, it was like 12 different accents. That was all of Western Europe. That's what I was just doing.

I know in Eastern Europe, they got women chopping wood until they're like fucking nine months pregnant. You know what I mean?

They have a little baby Igor out there and fucking Transylvania, you know, kids learning how to pick pocket by the time you fucking gets off the teet. Right?

Labor Day. Yes. Once a year in the United States. All United States. You get one day off a year. Then we take your benefits and move the company to Mexico.

Then exploit those people. Then they fucking hate us. And Republicans hate them too. Sorry. All right. Let's just plow ahead here.

So I am in the process right now of using the big green egg for the first time attempting to smoke something on my own.

I got some baby back, baby back. No, I don't. I have spare ribs. I got some spare ribs.

Nea made a quick rub. I trimmed them up in that type of thing and I did another shot at the the key line pie that I fucked up the first time because when I was trying to do the, the, the rind, I went into the white and I made it all fucking bitter.

So those key lives man, they're fucking yellow. So it's hard when you're taking the zest off to see, you know, yellow white, you know, you get an old guy like me. I mean, that's not exactly the easiest.

Like a thing to say. It's not easy to see. So I got to tell you so far. I'm really enjoying smoking. It's fucking cool. You just kind of once you get your temperature where it needs to be, you throw the fucking things on there.

Then you just leave come back like, I don't know. I like like 2 1 2 1 2 3 hours later. They're supposed to be done. But I'm going to go down there and pull a little milla into my fucking.

My little trade there that's catching the droppings. I'm going to throw a beer in there. This fucking milk. I got like these three frosty Miller highlights that's just been staring at me.

They were left over from my 4th of July party.

And as most of you guys who listen every week and listen to me whining about my, you know, not boozing. I stopped on July 5th. So they've just been sitting there. So I'm finally going to take one out, going to crack it open. But.

I'm dumping it into the into the little whatever the fucking catch trade there. Whatever the fuck you call it. I don't know.

I've already fucked up like 19 things on this. I don't know if they're going to taste good or not. But I can tell you right now it is definitely smoking downstairs.

I just looked to watch some YouTube videos. I don't know if I'm doing it right. I'm right about 200. And I want to say what the temperature is because I really want to hear 5,000 fucking people on Twitter going,

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