Ladies and gentlemen, great proofs, good morning, good everywhere, all around the world.

I'm Greg Proop's, this is the smartest man in the world, Proopcast.

And we're busting it loose, live here in glorious West Hollywood from the inner recesses of the darkest minds of the Bar Lubich here on Santa Monica Boulevard.

And we will indeed have some fun until the sun comes up over this said Boulevard as predicted by Cheryl Crow in her prescient Proopcast reference from some 20 years ago.

From the song, all I want to do is have some fun. I've got a feeling I'm not the only one.

Later she wrote a song that when I want to soak up some sun, and I never listened to it past that, but I made up the next lyric which went like this.

I'd like a cinnamon bun to call my own.

It's called the smartest man in the world, and yet we start with cinnamon bun references and Cheryl Crow.

And then we hope that the glory of poetry imbues our minds and infests the show.

And once again, we're taken upon the wings of oratory toward a higher place.

It occurs to me as I sit here that I didn't take a cab over, we drove because it's LA, although I take a lot of cabs here.

But I was in San Francisco last week and my beloved hometown doing a very poorly planned radio gig that was awesome.

One of those gigs where we haven't done a gig before, but we're going to do that air conditioning just kicked in.

And all the lighting in Bar Lubach went down as if the kid was getting the electric chair in a 1947 black and white drama called bars all night.

And everything dipped and there was a huge home or whatever.

I expect Telly Sevalas to walk by with the meal wagon. Hey, screw!

They just fried the kid.

Yeah, that was a wild.

And in fitting with the motif here, which is sort of that vaguely Russian Eastern European, you know, back room, orgy, speakeasy, knock three times, say a weird code word, kind of failing electricity poor, subcode, possible fire damaged disaster.

Or a thing that we have going on here, which I'm hoping happens because a fire will draw more people than what's happening in the room right now.

Okay, I was in San Francisco doing this radio gig and people who shouldn't, people who don't know how to put on comedy gigs, ought to put on comedy gigs.

I think it was the one of the entertainment or the publicity director for the station or whatever they call them, the PR person decided to put on a show at a very awesome station in San Francisco that I'm good friends with them.

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