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.

See now you weeks going.

Literally just fucking woke up. Just woke up and right to work.

Boohoo! This is one of these things that you fucking yell about in your relationship. Oh, you got a problem with me? Huh?

I fucking open my eyes and I'm immediately fucking doing a podcast. If for what? For this? Right? One of those dumb fights.

I'm on the road again. Chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom, boom, boom. I'm out here in San Francisco. I did the punchline two nights ago.

I haven't played there in a while. It was so great to be back at that club. Just one of the best comedy clubs of all time.

I really miss being at that place so I had an awesome time. It was working there with Joe Barton at Koo By The Way, is on his way to Canada today to perform in Montreal at a brand new comedy club right above Stogies.

It's a cigar place. It's a cigar bar. I should say instead of cigar place. So check them out this weekend. Also it was working with Bianca Cristavile. She fucking killed it just a great night, a great hang, the whole thing.

And then yesterday I was down the gym, throwing the weights around, trying to keep the dad brought at Bay. Of course I forgot I had a fucking meeting so I had to stop in the middle of it.

And then when I was done with the fucking meeting, I decided rather than go back down and do cardio, I was going to walk the city because I hadn't been here in a minute. And what a great fucking city. It still is despite the fact all the silicone valley cuts came in here with the I created an app money.

And I guess drove the real estate through the fucking roof. Still a great city. I walked along the seaport down there, whatever the hell you call it. And then at some point bang the left, walked up the hill, came down the hill, went all the way through Chinatown, which was awesome.

Yeah, I did our right to those a zillion places I wanted to fucking eat that, but instead I got an apple and some raw almonds. Jesus, but I got tired of second I ate it, then I was fine. I was like, oh, thank God.

Thank God I didn't negate my fucking work out.

And the reason I actually came up here to San Francisco was because I wanted to see that Motley crew death leopard poison Joan Jetshow, which I did at Pac Bell, the stick, whatever the fuck they oracle, whatever they call in it every other year, they fucking rename that they.

We the fuck up here way laptop. I don't remember dropping it. It's going to be fucking hack on the side of it.

So I went there. I got there early because there was no way I was going to loop was going to miss Joan jet. She absolutely fucking destroyed.

And I got to stand on the side of the stage and watch the side of stage stinks by the way. You can't fucking hear anything. It's just the sound slapping back and forth. It's just cool to be standing that close to them playing, but it's way better out in the house.

I stood on the side of stage for Joan jet of absolutely killed that a fucking band was great. The background vocals were totally on point. They sounded amazing.

And being an old guy now, I was thinking like Joan jet has the best fucking slot on the whole lineup. It was like 530 and she was done.

She could go out to dinner and enjoy the city. She could go back to the hotel room and just go to sleep. That's like that fucking that's the slow.

I want to do a fucking 430 to 530 standup show and call it a night.

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