Right the theme song.

We haven't heard that in a while.

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Once again, this works on in the world.

The book has 6 of the 8th of this time from the syllabus confines of the District of Columbia's most enchanting comedy convalulation.

The improv located in a basement underneath Ann Taylor here on Connecticut Avenue.

In the gracious lobbyist district of Washington DC where you can buy a human and by their opinion and by their help in passing your crop legislation.

And I'm going to put that on there.

That's sexy, right?

And we're so excited to be back on Washington DC.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

Well, the gift of alcohol is just delivered.

So let's go, ladies and gentlemen, if you're out there listening in Proofcastland, it's time to knock one down, neck one down, light one up and roll out a line of something.

It'll probably kill you in the end anyway.

I would say cheers, but this is Washington.

So dobra vece in Nostrovia.

The specific, the specific result.

Yeah, I just want to get with the people who are running the fucking show here for five minutes.

All right, this has lime or something in it.

Oh, wait, there's a lime in it.

Thanks.

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