*SIGH* Look, again, uh, em, uh, if you think, uh, eh, if you think for one stinkin' minute I give a rat's ass about what a bunch of pantless cretins on some message board think about me, uh, eeeee, eh, eh *SIGH* this is, this is, it's...*SIGH* and look, as long as my guy is giving me good information there's no reason why I shouldn't keep providing it to the good listeners, uh, uh, but again, in my world, if you spend as much time as some of you do worrying about what a couple of idiots say on a radio show, eh, eh, that's what I call retaaaahded, but again, I don't do this job for all the walking rectums out there, eh, uh, uh, *SIGH* my toughest negotiations haven't been with Rod or Mitch, uh, eh, they've been with Peach who only wants me to do two shows per week from home when those Heebs were willing to let me do three, for the love of God!

Our hotel smelled like dead hooker vagina (before you ask I had gotten a detailed description from beardown)

I guess you must be the Polish Brad Pitt, then.