Name: Douchebag of the Week - Brad
Uploaded: 2016-11-11T21:30:46.000Z
Description: Watch the stand-up comedy video 'Douchebag of the Week - Brad' from Bill Burr on Comedy Buff. Published 2016-11-11. Transcript available. Bill addresses a letter from Brad.

Watch the stand-up comedy video 'Douchebag of the Week - Brad' from Bill Burr on Comedy Buff. Published 2016-11-11. Transcript available. Bill addresses a letter from Brad.

Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Burr, and it's the Monday Morning Podcast for
Monday, October 11th, 2010.
How the hell are you? Are you doing good? Well, that's good.
I had all this shit that I wanted to talk about, and then I was looking at
these fucking emails,
and right off the bat, I got one from, lo and behold, douchebag of the fucking
week.
Guy's name's Brad. Of course his fucking name's Brad. You know?
What else would a mother and father name a douchebag baby other than Brad?
This is from Brad. Bill, I was hoping that I could find your podcast on iTunes.
Yet another week passes by where your fans cannot listen to your show.
No problem with that right to there. Then he goes, you might want to make that
a priority sometime too.
I can just fucking see his bare feet and his fucking penny loafers.
What are you, leaning on my cubicle, you fucking cunt?
Really? Do I really want to make that a priority, you dumb fuck?
You don't think I'm not trying to contact iTunes?
They don't have a fucking person who answers their phones.
They ignore my goddamn emails. What am I supposed to do?
Go down to Main Street? Right down on Main Street to the fucking mom and pop
fucking Mr. and Mrs. iTunes store?
It doesn't exist. You douche.
You might want to make that a priority fucking soon.
I want to slap you right in your privileged fucking Connecticut white face.
And I don't give a fuck if you're not white and if you're not from Connecticut
because you should be with that fucking tone.
What a cunt.
Cunt of the week, Brad.
Go fuck yourself, all right?
I'm trying to get this thing back up on iTunes.
They're not responding to me.
What am I supposed to do?
They don't have a location.
This is the exact shit I've been fucking trying to tell you guys about.
It starts with those goddamn automated machines down at the fucking grocery
store.
You're siding with the fucking robots.
Some of that made sense.
You know it did.
Seriously.
This is the future.
This is what a store is going to be.
You're not going to be able to get in contact with anybody.
You're going to have a problem and you can basically go fuck yourself.
And then some other fucking nerd whose only job is going to be fucking grease
the elbow with a fucking robot that took his job is going to send me an email
telling me that I need to make something a priority.
Why don't you go fuck yourself, buddy?
Why don't you make that a priority sometime soon, all right?
What a fuck?
I swear to God.
You might want to make that a priority sometime soon.
Oh, that fucking stuffed shirt.
Fucking hang you by your goddamn tie, Brad.
You fucking cunt.
Go fuck yourself.
I'm glad you told all your friends to listen to it and now they can't.
Huh?
What's that fucking with you and your goddamn ego?
Do you have a position at work?
Little fucking corner office, Brad?
Fucking moron.
Telling me I need to...
Breathing.
You might want to make that a priority.
Why don't you tell me something fucking else obvious?
All right.
There you go.
There's your head of steam for the week.
Douchebag of the week.
Good old Brad.
I had no idea.
Really?
If it wasn't on iTunes and people couldn't download it anymore?
Like that would present some sort of a problem and drop my listenership?
You think I don't realize that?
Brad, you fucking dick.
I'm sorry, guys.
This is really fucking angry.
That guy just really set me off with it.
That was the exact fucking reason why I became a goddamn comedian.
Because I don't want to ever be in a position where some douche comes over, leans
over into my life, and tells me what I might want to make a fucking priority.
You condescending fuck.
What kind of a mouse of a woman did you marry?
She's probably downstairs right now making a voodoo doll of you and your
fucking dockers.
You fat gut hanging out.
You one of those guys?
Huh?
You always got to wear the sport coat, and no one knows how fat you are until
they have the office fucking let's go play frisbee party, and then you show up
with your fucking man tits.
Heart disease, buddy.
That's what I wish on you.
Go fuck yourself.
Listen to another podcast.
You might want to make that a priority.
Oh, Jesus.