This is Bumpy.

Yeah, little Bumpy.

But, yeah, so anyway, catching birds is a big net.

I got a big, I'm on the, well I told you this that I was going out this weekend to, uh,

to try to re-catch some of the birds.

But they had just because, um, well, just because I kind of feel like shit lately, frankly.

This year, fucking sucked and I wanted to get one fucking win before I'm staring at December.

You can't get one in December.

When it's December and you don't have a W yet, you're now feeling so much pressure

about that calendar reading one two at the front, that you're never going to pull it out.

But if you squeeze one in November, you might have a nice last month.

So I decided, you know, pretty easy one.

I'm going to go to the zoo.

I'm going to bring a big ass net and I'm going to catch one of the birds.

It really has already been caught.

Yeah, you can't get more.

That's what you meant.

They caught it already.

You're going to catch it again.

I'm going to catch it and I will be not operating out in the wilderness where they probably

did, but I will be working inside of a little tiny pit or cage of some kind.

So I'm doing this and the birds start packing the shit out of me.

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