Opie is here and his show starts now.

That's how you start a radio show right there, Led Zepplin, fall in the rain.

Yeah!

Fall in the rain on the humpday, baby.

I guess that works.

Sure, Sherrod Smallen Studio, the Med Cuban, Carl Ruiz.

What's up?

And Vic Henley is the one that's going to be a little late today.

The white man.

I was playing fooling the rain for him because we were going back and forth with text messages.

And he was jamming fooling the rain.

And then he called me in a complete panic about a half hour ago.

Lost his wallet. Oh, man. In his apartment. What an old man thing to do. Giant apartment. It probably lost it in his pocket. He lost that in his pocket. Well, he found his wallet. Where was it? In his back pocket of his sweatpants. Was it really? Yeah, but he was in a complete panic. I guess he left his house last night to get some food at the corner store. An old man forgot it. And then he goes, I laid everything out. I'm telling you, I'm like, you sure he didn't leave the wallet at the food joint? I think he went to CBS, actually. I said it was in his pocket and it was in his pocket. That was in his pocket.

What an all. Because he put his sweatpants over his pajama pants. He's now... Kind of creepy to that we know he wears his pajama pants. He's the father from the one of the years now. He's just the old dude. He's angry when he gets home. Yeah. He put on his knock-around pants and forget that he put his wild... You put them in your knock around, Harold.

He did admit to smoking some of that fine tree. Oh, some of that wacky in the back back? Some trees. Stone Henley, just lecturing people about music on 3rd Avenue. And he just got his wallet. Remember he lost his wallet at the show here in New York City.

His credit card.

Yeah, he lost his own. He told me it happens four times a year. Jesus. He loses his wallet four times a year, usually in his apartment. And then he was watching the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame crap. So he was in a music loop with the weed. I think you should go see my dad's doctor. But he was panicking.

I go, chill, dude.

You get him when you can.

And then he called back two minutes later.

I go, chill, dude. You get here when you can. And then he called back two minutes later. I go, all right, where'd you find it? I sit my sweatpants pocket. He's such an old man. One day he's going to come to the studio with his underwear outside his pants. He's just an old dude. He's got Alzheimer's. He don't know no good. Listen, I've seen his game. Probably some young Disney chick got and did a number on him. He didn't even know where his fucking cat was. Nothing. I mean, ah, Vic. I showed up here once with my sweatpants down a little too low and actually had management to tell me to pull my pants off. What? No No. Would you ask for showing? Nah, I think some pubs, though. Oh, wait. That's so front, motherfucker. Why? You should show front crack? You're trying to show your V? Niggins try to show your V off. Steve Blatter, who used to run the channel. Right? He was so fucking disgusted. He looks at me. He's like, will you pull your pants up? I was so mad. He's like, who are you, Theo Vaughn? Why is your pants? They were kind of Theo Vaughn-type sweatpants. Your ankles are out and your pubes were out. Yeah. That's so Theo. You can't pull that shit up too, and then your butt looks stupid. He didn't want stupid sack butt. Right, exactly. Sack of potatoes. Oh, my God. Not that I'm trying to make my butt look good, but I certainly don't want it to look bad. Well, not when you wear your juicy sweatpants. They had juicy rain on his ass. He wanted the spelling to look right.

It's a spiritual gangster on a back. Yeah. Oh, my God. You know, yesterday, God, you were missed yesterday, although we had a fun time. We had Dr. Ian Smith in here. Black dude, so you let Dr. Ian Smith take my black spot? Yep. Yep. Because he's a doctor. He's a doctor. Ah, Sherrod with books, I call him.

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