Nia Renée Hill (30:16)
Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr, and it's time for the Monday morning podcast for Monday, March 19th. Dude, I'm in a great mood. You took my dick. I'm gonna. I don't know why I just sang that song. I just been watching a bunch of old. You know, I listen to old country now and then I started listening to old rock and roll. You know, what's. His face just died. The guy used to fucking film chicks that he on or something. Whatever his name is. Chuck Berry, huh? Whoa. Yeah, you know, it's part of one of his classics. If you listen to the background, you can hear him on people. I have such respect for him, too. You know, it's just once stuff like that gets out. Once it gets out. Anyway, so I just been. I'm in a great fucking mood because my fucking shoulder. I had this rotator cuff injury, and it's just been fucking with me since October. And I finally found an exercise. It works for me. For me, I just feel like for my shoulder, my shoulder needs a safe place. People on the Internet are mean. A lot of crying out there. All right, so this is the exercise. If your rotator cuff is fucked up like mine is, the problem is if you can. Look, with this injury, it's like he can still pick up the same amount of weight you can always pick up depending on the angle. But then shaking hands or just reaching for a salt shaker, all of a sudden you're like this sharp pain. It's basically what I've learned is it's the muscle. Like, it's when you first go to raise your arm, that first 30 degrees, that's what the fuck it is. And then the big boys take over. Whatever you're doing, how you're lifting your lunch pail up, maybe you got a giant fucking donut. You want to shove it to your face like I did today. I broke my rules about donuts. You know, my. My wife was wanted some donuts, so I went by, there's a Dunkin Donuts out here, right? So I show up, and it's late in the day. It's like fucking two in the afternoon. So all the donuts are gone. You know, they're still making them, but they don't have, you know, they don't have that freshness to them. They got those, you know, the little munchkins. They like the worst flavors left. It was like blueberry custard and fuck your mother, whatever the fuck it was called. And I was like, that's what you got left? They were like, yeah, left. This is after. The people in front of me could not make up their mind, you know, can we get a dozen donuts? And they lay them down. Now that's how long it's been since I've seen anybody get a dozen donuts. They lay them down. Back in the day, they stood them up. And the frosting from one donut got on another donut, you know, and evidently, with all the iPhones coming out, somebody finally decided, why don't we make the box a different shape and we'll lay him down? And I imagine the Steve Jobs of Dunkin donuts went to some sort of comic con of fat people and he came out in a turtleneck sweater with his fucking new balance sneakers and he fucking showed off the box and everybody went, oh, my God, right? They're fucking man tits bouncing up and down. And you think he gave credit to the poor little fucking 8 year old in the back room who had to put those things together, huh? The blind nine year old girl who fucking designed the box down in fucking east Albuquerque. You think he gave him any credit? Course he didn't. Of course he didn't. Oh, look who's here. My two angels. Cutie number one and cutie number two. What's up, buddy? Hey, Neil, this is some bad language in there. She can't understand it. Anyways, what's going on? Do you want to be on the podcast, Nene? Sure, we'll grab a mic. You shake my nerve and you rattle my brain. Yeah, you got to grab stuff in the bag. Anyway, so what did you do? What do you mean, what did I do? I know, I know. Come back. Come back in a minute. Come back in a minute. I'm in the middle of this story. Oh, all right. All right, bye. Okay, bye, Cutie. You know that fucking guy trying to make the donuts? That was just an actor. So anyway, so I call up near, okay? And I just go, yeah, they don't have any fucking donuts. Their donuts suck there. Anyways. And she went, oh, my God. She goes, blasphemy. A guy from Boston, which I'm not. I'm from the Boston area. I'm from the safe suburbs, all right? So you can take your Good Will Hunting fucking quotes and you talk. Tell them to somebody else. Because I grew up in a nice suburb. There was. There was cul de sacs, we played street hockey, we roasted marshmallows, all right? There was no. It's. It's not your fault. There was none of that shit. Nobody liked apples and I sucked at math, okay? That's it. I climbed trees and I had a paper route, okay? So enough with the Southie shit. Anybody every from Massachusetts is not from South Boston. We didn't steal cars, okay? A lot of us are from the suburbs. We slept in bunk beds. I'm so sick of that fucking movie. Where are you from? You just. You just say, you know, from Massachusetts. Oh boy, Southie. Did you grow up in Southie? Did you like apples? Did you say, how about them apples down at the Tasty? Like some fucking stuck up Harvard cunt is gonna mess with anybody ever from fucking well back the way south Boston used to be. Now they're all Harvard grads that live down there from what I've heard. I have no idea. I don't know what goes on in that city, okay? Last time I lived there, they were just starting the big dig and that big ugly green thing was still there. And going from Faneuil hall over to the north end, you took your life in your hands. You just felt it. You went underneath the fucking Southeast Expressway and it was scary, you know? Anyways, what the fuck am I. So I call her up and I just say, yeah. I go, the donuts suck. And she goes, oh my God. She goes, a Boston guy saying Dunkin Donuts sucks? That's blasphemy. It's like, nia, nobody gives a fuck about their donuts. It's all about the coffee, all right? I don't drink the coffee. I don't drink coffee. I don't like. It tastes like dirty water. It burns my tongue. It stains your teeth. It's just. It's a fucking. It's the trifecta of, you know, I guess it helps you take a shit though. I know a lot of people like, you know, drink a coffee, smoke a cig, take a good shit, get on with my day, you know, have a French fucking curler. It's all about the. Like their bread and butter is the coffee, okay? That's the lead singer. That's like if, if Dunkin Donuts broke up and the coffee went solo. All right, that's the George Michael. And the donuts are the. The. The. Whatever that other guy's name was Andrew Ridgely. Anyway, so I go, yeah, fuck that place. So the. Oh, yeah, the people in front of me, they couldn't make up their goddamn mind, like, what do you want? Ah, what's in those? Oh, can we get two of. Let's get three of those. They kept talking to each other. We'll get three of the pink ones. And I was already having a bad day because I keep my truck in storage now because we got the little one and it's just easier for my wife to get in and out of the garage. And I knew if I kept my truck there and she always had to squeeze by it and try and get the fucking stroller and all that shit, you know what's going to happen eventually she's going to be like, I don't know, what do we need three cards for? And eventually she's going to make me sell it. So I did a preemptive strike and I immediately put it in fucking storage before she could bitch about it. So I had it over the last fucking, like five days, loving. So I just switch out. All right, I put Jackie in storage and I take out the old girl, right? I drove her for like five fucking days. And of course the battery died because I forgot to unhook the. The terminals there. Had to get a jump down at the Comedy Store. And anyway, so I'm going to return the car today. And it's the day before I go on the road, so we have a rule in my house. In my house, there is a rule that basically the day before I go on the road, I. It's family day. I hang out, you know, I make breakfast. I made some fucking meatballs. I cooked a goddamn chicken. I make sure she's got food in the fridge. You know, I'm a hell of a gap. So I make sure she's gonna be all right, right? So I go, all right, I got to return my truck. She's like, I'm like, I'm gonna be back soon. All right? So I get in the truck and I do what I always do. I drive down the fuck. I gotta move fucking, you know, I gotta move her car. I become like a valet because I had the shittiest driveway ever, right? So I'm fucking driving up the street and as always, big stupid grin on my face. It's my favorite thing ever. It's three on the tree. It's so much fun to drive. And whenever I get a Little bit of space out here. I just get to fucking run through all three gears. That's all they want to do. Every time I do, I get right in. When the second I get it into third gear, I always have the window down. Even though I put some AC in there. I never fucking you. I didn't use it for so long. I turned it on, all this white came out, and I breathed it in and probably took like nine years off my life. Anytime I get it up into third gear and I'm cruising down the street, I always do the same thing. I always go, whoa. Every time. I never did that once in nine years of owning my Prius ever. It's just. It's the greatest sound in the fucking world. It's the sound of a big fucking American engine making it great running through the fucking gears, loud pipes. It's the greatest fucking sound ever. And every time I get through, I go up the street, right? So I'm having a great time. You know, I'm driving down the street. I got the AM radio on. I usually listen to Keyshawn Johnson's fucking sports show, but, you know, it's the weekend, so it wasn't on. And anyways, I get on to, you know, I get onto the fucking highway, and of course, I'm cruising along. And right before we get to. I get to my exit, it is just like this traffic from fucking. It's like five in the afternoon traffic of a fucking truck jackknife. It is just, of course, my exit. And I told the people I'd be over there by noon. So I'm starting to feel stressed. I'm like, what the fuck is going on? So I try to make a fucking, you know, a Boston move here, right? Even I'm from the suburbs, Massachusetts move. I'm gonna go around all this shit, act like I'm gonna drive by, and then I'm gonna fucking cut in. And I don't know what the fuck was going on. I couldn't see any. Any accidents. So I'm trying to go from one highway to another. So I know what I'll do. I'll just fucking. Rather than go east like I want to, I'll just get on the west side. I'll take the highway west, go down one exit, and then I'll curl back around because I can see on the overpass, there's no fucking traffic. I don't know whether it was like this offshoot to the on ramp, right, that everyone was going down. Like, I don't know what the. Like Paul Simon was doing like a free concert or some shit. That was the level of, of, of traffic. So I say, fuck it. I get out of the traffic, I drive down, get it up to third gear, right? I fucking go to go west to turn one fucking block, you know, one exit up, and then come back around. And as I fucking go there, all of a sudden this is all this other traffic going the other direction and I. And this is the first time since I started meditating that I had an absolute meltdown. I literally screamed as loud as I possibly could. Fuck you, la. Every fucking cock sucking, motherfucking cunt, fucking every word you could possibly think, you know, and then I'm fucking just stuck in even worse traffic going the other way to go one fucking exit, you know, up to come back around. And all I'm thinking is where the fuck I would be if I just, just took the pain to begin with and just stayed in that traffic jam. I'd be creeping forward and whatever. Why didn't I just call the place and say I was going to be a little late? Oh, you know what, Bill? Because that would have been the chill thing to do, right? I didn't. So it turns out I look up, I'm like, what the. This is like, it's Saturday at noon. How is there five o'clock in the afternoon on Friday traffic? I am like, literally beside myself just saying every curse I possibly can. And I look up and there's two little flashes going on, and it's tow truck flashers, right? And I'm like, oh, here we go. This is all rubbernecking. And on the other side of the road, it's fucking going, you know, like gangbusters. Everybody's cruising by. That's where I want to be. It's right fucking there, right? And I can't get to it. So I'm like, you fucking. Fucking rubber neck in pieces. What's gonna be changing a tire? It's gonna be a fender bender and I'm losing my shit. Now if I was a fucking dictator, I would deliberately have a car on the side of the road changing a tire, who never slowed down and looked at it, would be eliminated, would be removed from society, fed to the fucking pigs. Whatever the hell, whatever that fat fucking North Korea does to his goddamn relatives, feeds them to dogs. That's what I would do. I was actually, I was so mad. I was like, you know, that fat fuck in North Korea, he's actually making sense to me, you know, So I get all the way up. I should be careful man, he might send somebody over here to missed me like he did to his other. You know, he set up those two fucking whores over there, right, to take out his fucking stepbrother. So anyways, I get all the way up to the traffic jam, and of course it's a little fender bender. There's people standing there, there's nothing going on. But I'm finally gonna get past it. Finally gonna get off the exit, come around and fucking run through the gears and fucking go down the other side. And what do I see on the other side of the road where it was all nice and clear, now there's major traffic because the dumb cunts on the other side of the highway are slowing down to look at the shit on my side of the highway. So now I gotta sit through it fucking twice. And something told me, don't get off at the first exit, Bill. Everybody has this idea, go to the second exit and you know, and then come back. And guess what I did? I ignored that instinct, got off the first one. Bum, bum, bum, bum. Fucking dead stop traffic. And the only way to get back on the highways, I got to make this illegal U turn. And I don't give a fuck. I'm making it. And I'm just sitting there, cock sucking, motherfucking dictator. Fucking cut all their fucking heads off. And I'm getting ready to make my illegal U turn. And I just happen to look at my rear view mirror. Guess what's two cars behind me? A fucking cop. I'm like, what are the fucking odds? Now I gotta go straight. Said, fuck this. So I get in the right lane and I just cruise up and I get out of his sight. I finally fucking turn around. I got. I finally got into a good lane and I came back and then I got back under traffic again. Looked at the same people, looking at the same accident. There was nothing going on. Then I fucking finally was able to continue on. And of course I made the call. There was no problem. Nobody gave a shit, nobody yelled at me. It was fine. I completely lost my shit. And I'm in bed. I got so fucking mad that when I saw the people on the other side of the road rubbernecking, I gave them the finger and I was all the way to the right getting off the highway and I gave all of them. I mean it. Like, do you realize how immature that is? I mean, I was just like, have you ever been embarrassed about yourself by yourself? Like, I actually hit that level because, like, I stuck my whole arm out the window, giving him the finger. The Person behind me could see it be like, who's this guy giving the finger to? You know, I'm basically saying it wasn't one of my best moments. But anyways, as I mentioned earlier, one of the great things is somebody showed me this exercise for rehabbing the rotator cuff, and it's fucking been great. First of all, what you do is you basically, you bend over at the waist. No, you're not going to take it up the ass. Okay, before anybody makes that easy joke, you let your arm hang down. And then what you start doing is basically your finger. Your whole every. Your fingers are pointed at the floor, your arms hanging straight down, and you just make small circles, right? And counterclockwise or clockwise. And then you just start to make it bigger and bigger just to just get to the point of pain. And then you live there for a minute, then you back it back down to small circles and then go clockwise. If you went counterclockwise, you just go vice versa. You just go the other direction. You do the same thing again. Whatever that does it kind of gets some fucking. I don't lube in there. I have no idea. I don't know shit about anatomy, right? And anyways, and then what you do is you have your arm straight out. Not straight out. You have it down at an angle. You walk up to a wall, all right? I have to explain this part perfectly, all right? And by the way, you're at your own risk on this one. You have your arm probably at like a whatever 15 degree angle. You're standing right next to the wall sideways, okay? Is that perpendicular to the wall? I have no fucking idea, all right? It's like, just imagine the wall was your friend and the two of you went to a general admission concert and you got there early. Just imagine what the space would be between the two of you, but you'd be both looking at the same shit, right? That still doesn't make sense. Perpendicular to the fucking thing, all right? Then you. So you reach out, you touch the wall, all right? Your arms at a 15 degree angle. And then you just slowly start walking it up. And obviously as it gets more straight, you're going to have to move your body further away from the wall and you just walk it up with your fingers. So it's basically, it's the weight of your arm, but your fingers are taking away most of the weight and walk it all the fucking way up until it's like you know the answer in a classroom and you're so excited and you're straight up Then you walk it back down. You do a set of three to five. And I did it. I've been doing it twice a day. And my fucking shoulders. Amazing. And then I ice it afterwards, and it feels fucking amazing. I actually sat down, played a little drums today. It was fucking phenomenal. And I don't know, maybe that. Maybe somebody can explain it a little bit better. Maybe there's a YouTube video of it. I don't know. So anyways, that's what I've been doing, and I feel great. And the guy who is basically keeping my dog for the rest of her life so I know she'll be safe, was in town, and he brought her by, and I got to take her on a couple of hikes. We hung out, and, you know, it's sort of like a shared custody thing. I mean, he has her like, 95% of the time, but. But I know she's safe. She looked great, and it's awesome. I don't know. I don't know if it's good or bad for me to keep seeing her, because it's always fucking unbelievably sad every time when I give her back. But as long as I know the next time I'm gonna see her, then I kind of have hope or whatever. I just keep jokingly say that she went to college and this is like spring break, you know, she comes back in March or whatever, but. But it's. You know, what's great is I know she's okay. I know she's gonna live out a full life. And, you know, whenever that day comes when she's coming down to the end of it, I'm gonna be there, because I always. I kind of made a promise, you know. You know, when you get a dog, that's. It's like. You know, that's it, like how much you love a dog. It's like, dude, I'm there until the end. And, you know, even the way it worked out with having a kid and everything, the main point of the whole thing was that she survived and she had a great life. She's got this. You know, she's living in a great house now in Arizona and all that type of shit, and it just means I'll play Arizona more. And the person who owns her makes frequent trips out here, always drives out. And I think he'll always bring her because he knows that we love her. And Nia got to see her and everything. She came back over the house, was hanging out, and, you know, she met. Smelled like us. So she was Cool. But it really was never. Oh, my God. I just said her fucking name. I just outed her name anyways. And she just basically, you know, it was never about the kid. It was about everybody else that was going to be coming by, and it was going to be too crazy, and the dog was going to get even more protective. And, you know, I went through with the whole trainer. It was like, the dog's gonna go to a whole nother level. I just knew something. Something was gonna happen. The craziness they have in a kid. So we just. We made the right decision anyways. All right, where do we go from here? I'm gonna edit that out, by the way. That's gonna annoy you guys. You said the name. You should let me fucking know. So many weirdos out there. Too many weirdos. So anyways, what have I been up to? I've been watching a little bit of the March Madness as much as I can. You know, having the kiddo around. I watched Duke, you know, win their first round. I don't know. I'm assuming they won the second round, or I would have. I'm assuming that they're in the fucking sweet 16. My Internet sucks right now. The Internet is such a fucking. I went. I spent all this fucking money. I was just like, dude, you give me fucking the Internet that Jesus would have. And they said, all right, it's gonna be 9 million bucks. I said, I'll write that fucking check you. You fucking criminal. And they said, fine. And I had the best Internet for about six months. And then slowly, it just starts sucking again. And what it is, is I think they just turn the juice up on your house, whoever's paying the most for it, and then the next guy gets bumped back. And then he's like, hey, what the fuck happened to my good Internet? Well, you know, we upgraded. Blah, blah. Then he plays the. Whoever pays more than me. See, I haven't gone back to them in, like, two years, and now, like, I can't even get. I get Internet in, like, two rooms in my house, and the rest of it sucks. Let's see if I can look this up. March Madness. There we go. Here we go.