Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burnett's time for the Thursday afternoon just

before Friday Monday morning podcast and I'm just checking in.

Uh-huh. You.

Sorry. How are you? How's your week going?

I hope it's going wonderful. I hope you're enjoying yourselves.

Um, I'm actually having a great week. I just did a, uh, I just did two.

Two nights at the Irvine improv that I had not been to in fucking years.

You probably like, why Bill? Why haven't you been?

Why haven't done the Irvine improv in so many fucking years? Why isn't?

I mean, it's a mere fucking 15, 20 miles away from Hollywood.

Where you live, you big fucking folly. What happened? Huh? Why didn't you go?

Were you too busy getting fucking sexually harassed? You know, so you didn't drive down there?

No, that's not that's a good guess. That would be a good guess with, with all the stories out there.

Um, I was not sexually harassed. I wanted it. No.

Um, I didn't go down there because the fucking traffic.

The goddamn motherfucking traffic on the way down there. It's like a fucking two hour drive.

To go like fucking 15, 20 miles. It's like a two hour drive.

And then when you go back, you think it won't at least now. It's like around midnight.

There's going to be no fucking traffic. But then that's when they work on the fucking road.

And they get it all the way down to one lane and actually take everybody on the highway off of the fucking highway.

And at that point, you can kind of go fuck yourselves. Maybe they put a couple of signs up.

And it just became like this, this eight hour gig that was like fucking like I just, I don't know.

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