Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to La Java here in Paris where laughing matters is proud to present for the second time in his many years.

The smartest animal in the world is a great group.

Once yeah, the smartest man in the world through cast takes to the ether here from the city of light on the banks of the Sain and the gracious Aaron D's long aunts in the Al-Qaeda district here in Paris.

Deep underground on a storm in March night, even though it's spring, Paris, Paris, any parisianos won't have any of it.

On a slick ass nightmare in Paris, we are in the depths of Paris's most comedious and fabulous jazz and rhythm and blues establishment La Java or as the cab drivers and system calling it La Java one time.

So it's great to be here again. I was hoping for applause there, but I forgot a lot of the people in the crowd are English and they think we've already fucking applauded once.

In fact twice if when you walked out we applauded a little bit then too.

We paid a bunch of euros to get in here tonight. Don't worry your American friends listening have no idea how much that is.

But understand this unless you start delivering and delivering like fucking federal express to my fucking door this instant in a package that pops open and I'm delighted because the cardboard symmetry fucking gives me a hard wet one.

We are going to hold the fucking line here. We are like the communards, a fucking barricade.

We have built in front of the stage tonight and Greg must fucking pass over it as the imperialist wing-wong that he is.

We're all back here in Tattered Berets and little fucking scarves and jeans tucked into boots and shit just kicky.

Just getting ready to have a revolution in shit. Hey Mr. Mann in the suit. When is it your turn to fucking be cool? All right, let's see if it happens.

So far it's going great. Thanks, kittens. I appreciate the vote of confidence.

I still have no idea what country I am from. I know, Mittens.

Mittens I received last week in Atlanta, Georgia, and Mittens seems to have no country identities taking a Euro pass across Europe right now on Euro Rail.

He may come back later in the show. Of course, I may just enjoy the silence to do my taxes in my brain.

Here we are again in Paris. We were here last year in April and now we're back one short half-os year later and everything is still exactly as I remember it.

Maybe a few more Starbucks on the Rooter Rivaly which gives it that old hometown feel for me.

If there was a Burger King drive through on the corner I could really die a happy man.

If someone on my block would stop dressing cool and little turned up jeans and giant glasses in a weird orange beret, a purple haircut, and smoking a cigarette because no one's inside the bar, everyone's outside the bar.

And change into a giant, I'm only here for the beer t-shirt and a fanny pack and wear crocs and have a visor on.

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