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

Checking it on you. How's it going? How are you? How are you? I'm in Washington, DC. Dude, uh, dude, uh, with all these fucking khaki panted people.

Everyone here is a lobbyist.

It's a very strange part of the country. You don't mean it's just, uh, it's like, it's like L.A.

Well, like nobody's from here, I feel. You know, and it's everybody like, uh, there's a lot of people, young people walking around with their shirts tucked into their pants.

And it has been my experience throughout my adult life. Post grunge. Once grunge happened, anybody who tucks their fucking shirt in and is young is up to no good.

Unless they go into church, a wedding or a funeral. Somebody shows up and they got their shirt tucked into their, and they're wearing like, you can't tell if this slacks.

You don't really know what the proper term is to just, to, uh, the category of their pants.

If you're not sure what those are, yeah, those people, you, that's the person that's gonna rat you out.

You know, that's all I see when I come out. I just see a bunch of fucking rats.

Like just, I don't know, I mean, maybe I should lighten up, right?

I can't lighten up. I'd have no podcast. I got to take everything seriously. Like I got went out after I landed here.

I fucking went to go get some eat.

You know, took a walk. Hey, take a fucking walk. You go get yourself some meat. Take a fucking walk.

So I took a walk, went down. I got some eat. I have never seen somebody young people with their fucking goddamn button down shirts tucked into their pants.

It was like unsettling.

I was actually gonna ask the question, is weed legal out here? I know, I know it isn't. I know it isn't. Is being up after nine o'clock legal?

Only if you're going to Epstein Island. Maybe that's how you end up, you know, at one of those fucking orgies where you're just banging something.

You don't even know what sex it is. It's wearing like a fucking donkey head, right? You don't even know what you're doing there.

You sort of in your body, but not in your body. Like I think all of those years are tucking your shirt into your fucking pants.

At some point you gotta have your, you gotta have your, your woodstock, right?

Like liberals like fucking outside in like the grass in the mud. You know, like music festivals.

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