Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr and it's time for the Thursday afternoon just before Friday Monday morning podcast and I'm just checking in on you.

Hey, Bill, dude, what the fuck? Why are you checking in on us so fucking late this week, dude?

Huh? Would you have a fucking hernia? Is that what happened? What did you, did you get hit by a ca-

No, I- I- I- I- I- it's been the most difficult podcast I've ever had to record you guys. I need a startup for my emotions.

Um, honestly. Honestly. Uh, uh, uh, I don't know what happened. I fucking, I got real busy and then I recorded the podcast for some reason.

There was no audio. I can't figure out what the fuck I did to my mixer. But oh, I did something. All freckles did something. So this is my second attempt.

The last attempt was believe it or not. I believe was on Thursday. How was on Wednesday? I swear to God, the dog ate my homework. That's literally what I'm telling you in a podcasting way.

Um, so I'm back to one of my original mixers here. Thank God I didn't throw it out.

Thank God I'm a bit of a pack right you guys. No, actually, I didn't want to throw it out because I was going to give it away to somebody's what I wanted to do.

That was the thing. I was going to be like, do you mind you realize the amount of times a semi-known comic said the word cunt into this mixer mixer mixer?

And I thought it'd be worth something to somebody that they would take it.

Um, but I never got around to doing that. Thank God I had a backup mixer. All right. That's the level that I'm balling at right now.

You got a mixer buddy. I got a mixer and a backup mixer. What the fuck do you got? You know, if they still had MTV cribs right now, I would be on it.

Or lifestyles of the rich and famous. They have one and a half mixers.

Um, all right. It's Saturday, Saturday. All right. And old freckles has been alcohol, free for nine miserable fucking weeks. It's actually, you know, something.

At the point now, I don't even give a shit. I don't think I think about it occasionally.

But now when I think about it, I think, well, why would I go back to that?

Well, Billy Boos face sitting back and joy in himself after a long day of hard work of performing words that other people wrote.

Do you guys realize how hard it is to be an actor sometimes to just show up and say things that people already said for you on a piece of paper?

That's one of the reasons why this week's a little crazy is I got a little acting gig over the next week or so.

And I'm on general hospital. No. And I'm not allowed to say everything. You're not allowed to say now because you got all these fucking cuts.

Everybody tries to figure out what you're on. And then they start. I don't know what they do. And then somehow they know what you're doing before you even shoot it.

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