Hey, what's going on? This fucking damn thing. I, you know, I ordered the stupid part. I swear to God. I'm picking it up today. God damn it.

Let me hold it on to it like a terrorist for the last time. Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr. It's time for the Thursday afternoon just before Friday.

Monday morning podcast and I'm just checking in on you how the fuck was your goddamn Christmas. Why is this wire all fucked up? God fucking damn it. I swear to Christ.

I said this was the last fucking time I was doing this. Didn't I? Isn't that what I said?

You know what's really fucking amazing is the abilities for wires to just get off fucking. How do you look at it? It's like how did that happen? How to fuck this whole fucking thing go down like this? The headphones?

The fucking headphones.

All right, hang in there for fuck's sake. Yeah, you feel better because I'm losing my shit. Does that make you feel better about your fucking cubicle dwelling fucking like what I hope it does. I hope it does because I'm all about the positive vibes in the two to the one nizzy.

2019. How are you? Did you have a merry little Christmas? Did you get through it without arguing? I forgot to give you guys that pep top. Don't take the fucking bait.

All right. One of your siblings is a Trump supporter or they're a fucking liberal Larry or they're a centrist centrist Susan. You know her never picks the side.

Jesus Christ. Only fucking person. I know could be a serial killer and be like, well, I guess I can understand why you need to feed.

Yeah, really talk to me when you end up in a trunk Susan. There's no reason to do that. There's no reason to do it because you're not going to get what you want, which is the satisfaction of the other person going, oh my god.

I never realized how right you are. It wasn't until you called me a closed-minded fuckhead that I just stopped and paused and was like, wait a minute.

I closed my mind. I thought that and my close my fear of fucking you fucking believe what cat can you call me a close man. I fuck her. Yeah, on Christmas. It's like, hello.

You're calling you stocking much. You know what I fucking can't stand. I can't stand when new speak comes out there. I get it back in the day. You know, we were cavemen walking around like, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, doing that shit.

Yeah, to come up with some fucking words. So you wouldn't like be asking for, you know, some water, but yet sound like you were jerking off. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, that's the noises I make.

That's why I do it. My garage. Don't want to bother anybody. No, and I also understand it. If something new comes along.

You know, like an iPod, what were you supposed to call it? A little stereo. I don't fucking know, right? I understand those were. I just hate when new fucking words come around. And then everybody just starts fucking saying them.

It drives me up the fucking wall, especially like on Twitter. When there's the new or Instagram.

And it's just common. They go, remember, they for a while, like when you posted something, someone will just go this.

You know, and then what's with some other that stupid shit out there? I can't fucking stand just drives me up. It's so fucking unoriginal. I just had somebody give me shit saying something I tweeted wasn't funny. And they used a gift.

I brought the guy back at least I'm fucking right my own jokes. You fucking hack. Someone had to like fucking think of a funny response to my unfunny joke for you with a little video on it. And now you feel like your clever.

I just drives me at the fuck, you know.

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