Hey, what's going on is Bill Burr and it's time for the Thursday afternoon Monday morning

podcast just before Thursday and I am just checking in on you.

Okay, now I know you disappoint you like, well, Bill, you usually yell like a maniac, usually

act like a fucking idiot.

Well, it's like 830 in the morning on a mental hotel room and you just get up to deal

with that.

All right, now don't act like a fucking baby about it.

I swear to God, I'll make it up to you.

I feel like I'm talking to a child right now.

You know, and you guys didn't even say anything.

You're probably, you know, I'm alright with that every once in a while, Bill, if you don't,

if you don't, I'll check it on me crazily, you know, on a Thursday or whatever.

I am in Columbus, Ohio.

And all I can tell you about is Columbus, Ohio is when you want something to eat.

When you go out of here, fucking hotel room, don't go right, go left.

At least wherever the fuck I'm staying, I went to the right and got one of the shittiest

fucking lunches I've ever had.

I ordered a, you know, it was this little fucking bistro too.

Sick of places calling themselves a bistro is if like, ooh, this is sort of a taste of

parry here.

This is going to be like you're in Paris, but you're in Columbus, Ohio.

It was some fucking bistro type thing, right?

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