Ladies and gentlemen, Greg Proves.

Greg Raw!

Once again, the smartest man in the world, Proof Calstakes, to the either.

From here, way below the streets of Helsinki, Finland, when the sun never, ever stops fucking shining.

Here at one of Finland's most premier comedy clubs every Saturday night, they have comedy here.

Mostly it's a rock and roll club and it's called On the Rocks.

We're here for the first annual Arctic Laf's Comedy Festival.

And I think it might be the first podcast done in English from here.

I don't know. I'm just going to go on an o' limb and say we're setting a new record here tonight.

So thank you very much for coming out.

Everybody, if you're listening in Proof Calst Land, say you're in Lichtenstein and you're all by yourself,

sitting in a room alone with a cup of tea and your bitterness, it's an awesome time to light up a fat one or a chop up something that's necessary,

or maybe mix something.

And you know, normally I don't recommend mixed drinks because I feel like that adulterates the purpose of alcohol,

which is to go directly to your brain and make you an insane person that has to eat hot dogs off a stand in the middle of the night

and get in a fight with a Swedish dude you just met.

But I would say at this juncture, maybe some green charteues, I don't often mispronounce the word charteues.

But when I do, that was on purpose.

Or maybe some Shem Boor, Galliano.

One of those horrible sweet drinks, I think, if you're listening out there in Proof Calst Land this day.

Maybe a Compari in Orange, if you're feeling continental, maybe you could wear a little cravat and like that.

And maybe have a pencil thin mustache and have a cigarette holder and every kind of affectation, a monocle, a small dog that you carry,

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