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 am just checking in on you. Just checking in on

you. See you in all your weeks going. My week's going good. I'm on vacation. Vacation

from what? You fucking liberal piece of shit. Where was the last time you picked up a hammer

and fucking swung it. Y'all ain't working out there. You don't strike on strike from

wood. Plain make believe. Y'all come out here in South Carolina and experience a little

fucking reality. Can you spell that? Mr. fucking Hollywood writer. So sick of you fucking

liberals belly aching them out here trying to listen to Travis Trent. Taking a fucking

little bit of a break. I'm still doing some stand-up, man, because that's the deal. You

can't. You can only take a break from stand-up for so long and then it starts dipping. It's

like doing cardio, right? You're on that elliptical every fucking day. You know, you're blowing

through. You're getting five thousand, fifty five thousand, fifty five hundred fucking

steps in and a half hour. Like it's nothing. Staring down the soccer mom next to you. What

you got, woman? Why don't you go back to your thigh master where you belong? I don't know

I've adopted this Southern accent, but it's fucking fun. I don't know a lot, but I know

enough. You know what I mean? You know what I'm saying? I don't need to know all the information

to know what's going on. Not to say that Southern people have done. It's just fun to act

like that in that accent. I mean, you could do it where I'm from. Dude, I got street

smats. You know what I'm saying? Just fucking, all these fucking suits in the carpeted area

walking around with your fucking, you know, oh, I got a position. You know, they fucking,

you don't have an office. You have a cubicle, all right? When the walls don't touch the

ceilings, that's not an office, all right? You like one of those dogs with a fucking

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