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.

I'm just checking in on you, seeing how you weeks go and that's all I'm doing here.

Just running my fucking freckled app for another 30 minutes of my goddamn life.

And you know what? You're going to sit there and listen to it unless you don't want to.

Then you can always hit stop. You can find another website. You know, watch some porn at work.

Pretend you're working. Put your right or left hand in your slacks, your action slacks.

You know, rub one out.

Tell people later you got to lay off the glazed doughnuts. Oh, come on, Bill. That that early in Jesus Christ.

You go with the Jizz joke. That fucking early and this just does not show a lot of promise.

That was an under a minute. The first Jizz joke. You know what I mean?

That's like when you watch one of you know, quickest knockouts.

You know, and you're looking at the other guy like, why the fuck did you even show up?

You know, I could have done that. I could have gone in there with no fucking training whatsoever.

What so? And I could have got my fucking ass knocked out in less than a minute.

You know, although I wouldn't have the balls to then go try to figure out what I did wrong and then come back to potentially have it again.

And that's what separates the audience member from the professional fighter that gets knocked out in a minute.

You know, whenever you see that, there's always like, I do it. I could have fucking done that.

Really? You could have gotten top physical condition. You tub a shit.

Fucking sit. Now who eats fried dough at a boxing match? I didn't even know they sell it. They said, even though they sold that shit at a boxing match, you fat fuck.

What did you find that? Huh?

He's like some fucking food whale. You know, like when the, when the, when the, um,

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