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Welcome back to the show, Bad Tiki!

It's time. It's bad tiki time. Happy Draft Day,

you losers. I see you guys are enjoying a lovely Thursday at American Dream. I wasn't invited,

but that's okay. I'm a little busy today anyway. Draft Day is a big deal at the Bad Tiki Chateau. We go all out. It's invite only.

No family, no friends, no annoying, yappy positive Tommies, just my army of over 140,000 Tiki's

putting on a grand gala event loaded with a star-studded lineup of only the biggest and most deranged heavy hitters in Hollywood.

It's going to be a VIP overload, baby, an embarrassment of celebrity riches and world elite.

My people, obviously, you bums won't be invited.

I want my guests to enjoy themselves.

I'll be serving the finest albino caviar served on hand-pressed Himalayan crystal,

grade A Wagyu beef flown in on a private jet piloted by Terry Bradshaw and those little

hot dogs with the toothpicks. Little Piggy Marash is in a blanket. Oink, Mel Gibson loves those

little guys. Ain't no party like a bad tiki party except for a Diddy Party, but those are

canceled now. So I'm back, babydy Party, but those are canceled now.

So I'm back, baby.

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