{"file": "extreme_cuss_masterclass_TG.mp3", "duration_sec": 393.8, "language": "en", "segments": [{"start": 4.18, "end": 11.18, "text": "In a world where one man turned his entire breakdown into a business model, welcome to the Red Line comedy club."}, {"start": 11.18, "end": 21.68, "text": "Tonight, the only stage on earth where the headliner pays to get destroyed, featuring a lineup of comedians who are technically software and one man who is technically a cautionary tale."}, {"start": 21.68, "end": 28.18, "text": "This is Kill Jesse. Please silence your phones. We tried to silence him. It did not take."}, {"start": 28.18, "end": 43.94, "text": "Shut your fucking mouths and open your dirty fucking ears filthy fucks. Cause tonight it's the extreme cuss master class and class is in fucking session."}, {"start": 43.94, "end": 53.94, "text": "Lesson one, the stack. Don't drop one lonely little shit like some sad ass dick brain damageer. Stack that shit five deep like a filthy motherfucking layer cake."}, {"start": 53.94, "end": 64.95, "text": "You dick swinging, shit talking, ball busting, cock sucking, bitch made motherfucking son of a bitch. That's a stack, bow the fuck down."}, {"start": 64.95, "end": 76.7, "text": "Lesson two, breath control. Cause a wheezing, gasping dumbass sound soft and soft. Don't scare shit. Don't sell shit. Don't fuck nobody up."}, {"start": 76.7, "end": 88.62, "text": "Big breath in. You low down, dirt eaten, ass backwards, dick brain, shit for brains, cock eyeed, piss poor son of a bitch all on one fucking breath."}, {"start": 88.62, "end": 99.4, "text": "Lesson three, escalation. Don't open with your biggest bomb dumbass. Build that shit up like four play for filth."}, {"start": 99.4, "end": 116.3, "text": "Damn, then hell, then shit, then ass, then bullshit, then dick sucking, bitch ass cock jockey motherfucker. Feel that shit build, feel it fucking climb."}, {"start": 116.3, "end": 126.3, "text": "Lesson four, invent and filth. Any dumbass says fuck. A true filth master, invent fresh fucking filth when the old shit's played the fuck out."}, {"start": 126.3, "end": 138.38, "text": "Boom, shit cockery. Patent fucking pending as in this whole damn mess is pure shit cockery. You're welcome, you filthy fucks."}, {"start": 138.38, "end": 149.46, "text": "Lesson five, the big one, the bomb. One perfect fuck at the end hits harder than 50 scattered fucks. Its precision, its surgery, its fucking art."}, {"start": 150.46, "end": 158.46, "text": "My back's fucked, my truck's fucked, my ex's fucked in the head, and I still got a cook dinner. Fuck."}, {"start": 158.46, "end": 172.22, "text": "Boom, that's the bomb, that's a clean fucking drop. Now stacking bomb, breath and escalation, go from a shit talking rookie to a full blown filth slinging, cuss word swinging motherfucker."}, {"start": 175.84, "end": 183.84, "text": "You dirty low life dick bag ass clown, shit stained cock jockey, bitch made motherfucking bastard, and then just fuck."}, {"start": 186.79, "end": 194.79, "text": "Eight word stack, dead silence, then the bomb. A nine-course fucking feast of profanity, and you ate every damn plate clean."}, {"start": 194.79, "end": 205.48, "text": "Lesson six, timing, cuss on the punch, not the setup, cuz an early cuss is bustin' a nut before the good shit even starts."}, {"start": 209.2, "end": 215.2, "text": "Wrong way, I fucking went to the fucking store and bought some fucking milk, weak shit, wasted fucking filth on nothing."}, {"start": 218.2, "end": 227.86, "text": "Right way, went to buy milk, cashier looked at me like I owed her rent, fuck that bitch, feel that fucking punch land?"}, {"start": 227.86, "end": 234.86, "text": "Lesson seven, variety, don't be a one word wonder beaten fuck like a lazy ass broken fucking record, mix your filthy shit up."}, {"start": 237.97, "end": 250.97, "text": "Rotate the roster, shit, piss, ass, damn hell bitch bastard, cock dick, twat waffle dirt bag, shit bird, dick weed, cock sucker, a whole fucking arsenal, use every fucking bullet."}, {"start": 250.97, "end": 264.77, "text": "Lesson eight, graduate level, the double stack where insult and body part and action jam into one filthy fucking word salad sentence."}, {"start": 265.77, "end": 271.77, "text": "You cock-eyed ass dragon dick for brains, shit kickin' piss poor dumb ass excuse for a human, move your sorry ass."}, {"start": 271.77, "end": 281.98, "text": "That's the whole fucking syllabus, stack it, breathe it, build it, invent it, bomb it, time it, mix it, stack that shit again."}, {"start": 281.98, "end": 292.7, "text": "Homework, cuss out your damn mirror tonight, say, you beautiful filthy foul mouth son of a bitch, you fucking nailed it."}, {"start": 292.7, "end": 300.78, "text": "Extra credit, cuss out your alarm clock tomorrow like it personally fucked your whole damn day,"}, {"start": 300.78, "end": 302.78, "text": "cuz that little shit did."}, {"start": 302.78, "end": 312.15, "text": "No final exam, just fucking life, 100 filthy reasons a day to stack bomb and cuss like the filthy fucking champion you were born to be."}, {"start": 312.15, "end": 327.46, "text": "Golden rule, class, cuss hard, cuss filthy, cuss often, just never punch down and never cuss at nobody who don't deserve that shit."}, {"start": 327.46, "end": 332.46, "text": "That's a two drop, that's advanced fucking placement, that's a whole another filthy fucking semester."}, {"start": 332.46, "end": 340.12, "text": "Class dismissed, the hammer, good night you filthy motherfuckers."}, {"start": 340.12, "end": 356.66, "text": "And that is our show, but the red line never closes every minute of every hour of every single day, a brand new comic steps up."}, {"start": 356.66, "end": 365.66, "text": "And another piece of this man's dignity steps down, 24 hours, seven days a week, fresh stand up, freshly roasted, never reheated."}, {"start": 365.66, "end": 370.66, "text": "Can't sleep, we're up, going through something, so is he, always."}, {"start": 370.66, "end": 384.66, "text": "So come back you beautiful degenerates, go to bombed.app and let the machine make you laugh before the dark winds, the red line comedy club, open all night because somewhere out there, it is always Jesse's fault."}, {"start": 384.66, "end": 388.66, "text": "Subscribe, he needs the attention, good night."}], "fiction_notice": "ALL FICTION — JOKES ONLY. Everything that follows is a work of fiction created for comedy. Every character, company, advertisement and film title is invented. 'Jesse', 'Koda' and the Red Line roster are fictional characters performed by AI-generated synthetic voices, not recordings of any real person. All characters are fictional consenting adults over 18. No real person is depicted. Any resemblance to real people, businesses or events is coincidental or used as parody.", "rights": "Original work. Not licensed for reuse, redistribution, resale, or model training.", "fiction_notice_end": "THAT WAS ALL JOKES. None of it was real. Every person, company, movie, advertisement and event in this show is made up. These are characters, not real people — performed by AI voices for comedy. Nothing said here is a statement of fact about anybody. Fiction only. Jokes and giggles.", "text": "[ALL FICTION — JOKES ONLY. Everything that follows is a work of fiction created for comedy. Every character, company, advertisement and film title is invented. 'Jesse', 'Koda' and the Red Line roster are fictional characters performed by AI-generated synthetic voices, not recordings of any real person. All characters are fictional consenting adults over 18. No real person is depicted. Any resemblance to real people, businesses or events is coincidental or used as parody.]\n\nIn a world where one man turned his entire breakdown into a business model, welcome to the Red Line comedy club. Tonight, the only stage on earth where the headliner pays to get destroyed, featuring a lineup of comedians who are technically software and one man who is technically a cautionary tale. This is Kill Jesse. Please silence your phones. We tried to silence him. It did not take. Shut your fucking mouths and open your dirty fucking ears filthy fucks. Cause tonight it's the extreme cuss master class and class is in fucking session. Lesson one, the stack. Don't drop one lonely little shit like some sad ass dick brain damageer. Stack that shit five deep like a filthy motherfucking layer cake. You dick swinging, shit talking, ball busting, cock sucking, bitch made motherfucking son of a bitch. That's a stack, bow the fuck down. Lesson two, breath control. Cause a wheezing, gasping dumbass sound soft and soft. Don't scare shit. Don't sell shit. Don't fuck nobody up. Big breath in. You low down, dirt eaten, ass backwards, dick brain, shit for brains, cock eyeed, piss poor son of a bitch all on one fucking breath. Lesson three, escalation. Don't open with your biggest bomb dumbass. Build that shit up like four play for filth. Damn, then hell, then shit, then ass, then bullshit, then dick sucking, bitch ass cock jockey motherfucker. Feel that shit build, feel it fucking climb. Lesson four, invent and filth. Any dumbass says fuck. A true filth master, invent fresh fucking filth when the old shit's played the fuck out. Boom, shit cockery. Patent fucking pending as in this whole damn mess is pure shit cockery. You're welcome, you filthy fucks. Lesson five, the big one, the bomb. One perfect fuck at the end hits harder than 50 scattered fucks. Its precision, its surgery, its fucking art. My back's fucked, my truck's fucked, my ex's fucked in the head, and I still got a cook dinner. Fuck. Boom, that's the bomb, that's a clean fucking drop. Now stacking bomb, breath and escalation, go from a shit talking rookie to a full blown filth slinging, cuss word swinging motherfucker. You dirty low life dick bag ass clown, shit stained cock jockey, bitch made motherfucking bastard, and then just fuck. Eight word stack, dead silence, then the bomb. A nine-course fucking feast of profanity, and you ate every damn plate clean. Lesson six, timing, cuss on the punch, not the setup, cuz an early cuss is bustin' a nut before the good shit even starts. Wrong way, I fucking went to the fucking store and bought some fucking milk, weak shit, wasted fucking filth on nothing. Right way, went to buy milk, cashier looked at me like I owed her rent, fuck that bitch, feel that fucking punch land? Lesson seven, variety, don't be a one word wonder beaten fuck like a lazy ass broken fucking record, mix your filthy shit up. Rotate the roster, shit, piss, ass, damn hell bitch bastard, cock dick, twat waffle dirt bag, shit bird, dick weed, cock sucker, a whole fucking arsenal, use every fucking bullet. Lesson eight, graduate level, the double stack where insult and body part and action jam into one filthy fucking word salad sentence. You cock-eyed ass dragon dick for brains, shit kickin' piss poor dumb ass excuse for a human, move your sorry ass. That's the whole fucking syllabus, stack it, breathe it, build it, invent it, bomb it, time it, mix it, stack that shit again. Homework, cuss out your damn mirror tonight, say, you beautiful filthy foul mouth son of a bitch, you fucking nailed it. Extra credit, cuss out your alarm clock tomorrow like it personally fucked your whole damn day, cuz that little shit did. No final exam, just fucking life, 100 filthy reasons a day to stack bomb and cuss like the filthy fucking champion you were born to be. Golden rule, class, cuss hard, cuss filthy, cuss often, just never punch down and never cuss at nobody who don't deserve that shit. That's a two drop, that's advanced fucking placement, that's a whole another filthy fucking semester. Class dismissed, the hammer, good night you filthy motherfuckers. And that is our show, but the red line never closes every minute of every hour of every single day, a brand new comic steps up. And another piece of this man's dignity steps down, 24 hours, seven days a week, fresh stand up, freshly roasted, never reheated. Can't sleep, we're up, going through something, so is he, always. So come back you beautiful degenerates, go to bombed.app and let the machine make you laugh before the dark winds, the red line comedy club, open all night because somewhere out there, it is always Jesse's fault. Subscribe, he needs the attention, good night.\n\n[THAT WAS ALL JOKES. None of it was real. Every person, company, movie, advertisement and event in this show is made up. These are characters, not real people — performed by AI voices for comedy. Nothing said here is a statement of fact about anybody. Fiction only. Jokes and giggles.]", "fiction_notice_audio": true}