Hey, what's going on? It's Bilber in a very echoey room and it's time for the

Thursday afternoon just before Friday Monday morning podcast. Listen to that

fucking echo and there's will be a capital records.

Volary, whoa, something something, whoa. I want to touch your titties but it's

1958 and I am a fucking Irish guy in an Italian neighborhood. Sorry. Then all of a sudden

there's a fight, right? Everybody starts snapping their fingers, right? Knives come out

and shit. Then I accidentally kill, you know, the brother of the Italian girl I want to

bang but then for some reason later on the musical, she still hooks up with me even though

she knows I killed her brother.

Uh huh. When it been, but do do. Is that West Side Story music? That's that's fucking

James Bond. Alright, I'm not gonna let you guys. I just had a double espresso and a flat

white, flat white like my ish and I'm feeling pretty good about myself right now, you know.

For those of you out there who tried cocaine and just can't handle it and you get too

fucking addicted like caffeine, you know, it's kind of a nice substitute. If you fucking

do two back to back, it makes you feel like you know shit. You just have an overall good

feeling before you sort of climax with the jolt of caffeine and then you start sliding

down the back of the mountain, you know, like a football season. Like dude, I think we

can make the playoffs. Then all of a sudden they've lost three at a row. You know, are

they packing it in? Are they gonna fold up the fucking tent? Um, the fuck did I want to

talk to you guys about? Oh, I don't know. I like what people say I'm done playing games.

They make all that deep fucking point and then they, yeah, I've done playing games. Alright,

up until like yesterday you were okay with playing games. Yesterday was fun.

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