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

checking it on you. What's going on? How are you? Oh, do I have a story to tell you? Oh, do I have a story to tell you? Hang on a second. Are you leaving? Oh, all right. Bye.

Huh? All right. I'll see you later. Sorry. Dad's going on the road on the road again. Bum, boom, boom, boom, boom. Going up to fucking sack town again.

Give me the weirdest friends. Well, I'm doing a podcast. I don't want to give the pat. I'm supposed to give you a hug and all this before you started. Yeah, but you didn't. All right. Bye. Bye. Bye.

I'm doing a podcast. All right. See you later. Good, Nanny. Thank you. All right. Um, so all freckles. What does he do? What does he do? I fucking. I'll tell you what happened a few weeks ago. And then you'll guess one of about ready to tell you. So I fucking finally got my car fixed. All right.

Because my beautiful son closed the friggin gate on it. I was backing out. You know, all of a sudden, I just heard the gate hit my car. My cut hell did I hit the gate? I've never hit the gate in my life. I looked it wasn't there. And then I looked up. And my son was just pressing down on the wrong control with every fiber of his being. It was hilarious with this crazy look on his face. As toddlers do when they're trying to, you know, do something that requires a little bit of effort, right? So all right.

So it fucks up my door, my side view mirror, whatever. And I was shooting the movie. So my cars fucked up the entire time I'm doing the movie. And I'm one of those guys. Some people get a dent in their car and they don't ever get it fixed. I'm not one of those people. I go down. I get it fucking fixed. I'm not riding around in a goddamn Jolopy. I never understood why parents just let their cars go to shit. You know.

And look, if you don't have the fucking money to fix it, I get that. But when you have the money to fix it, you just content to drive around with a big fucking dent in the side of your car. I just think it says something about you.

You know, did you know you're there to do the job, but you don't quite do a great. You're all right with it. As long as it kind of gets done.

I don't like it. You know what I mean? It's like someone who was a short sleep dress shirt underneath a sport coat. And you're looking at their wrists, you know, when they go to reach for something instead of this shirt. It's just there's a sloppiness to it.

All right. And I think it reflects on how people see it the way you present yourself. So anyway, I get my finally get my car fixed. I'm fucking sight. I got it back two weeks ago last night.

I go down to the Avalon drive all the way over there. Right. It's a premiere for the George Carlin documentary done by the incredible Mike Bon Figlio. And they haven't a premiere for it.

So old freckles. You know, ran his lap in that doc for a little bit. They asked me to come down to premiere. And I said, absolutely. It's George Carlin. No him.

No, no, no, no me. He's on the Mount Rushmore. Of course, I'm going to go down there. So I go down there. My beautiful car with no dense. Nice clear wrap on it to save the paint.

I fucking go over. I do the red carpet.

You know, answering all the questions standing there doing the fucking stepping repeat the whole thing. And all of a sudden this guy comes up to me goes, Hey, you drive the blah blah blah. And I said, Yeah, he said, Oh man, he got.

I go, why? He goes somebody just backed into it. I go, you got to be fucking kid me.

I just got the fucking thing fixed. And I'm going over there. You got you fucking got to be and I walk over. I'm looking at the doors. Everything's fine. He goes, No, it's on the front.

And I go around the front. There's all this white shit.

Striek mark on the front. And he got the fucking the cover to the front light. Fuck that up to. Right. And then this guy gets out nice enough person.

Dress like fucking Clark Kent. Sport car. And everybody goes, Oh, sorry.

I'm like, what am I? Because I was backing in. I just want to be like, How the fuck did you hit it?

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