Hey! What are you kidding me? It's all good! Washington D.C.

It's a movement of the improvisational comedy club located under Connecticut Avenue right here.

Oh my goodness, there's starts and there's false starts ladies and gentlemen. We're getting ready for the Olympics. The gun went off and then the gun went off again.

I'm actually operating the equipment tonight here and despite what I look like I never ever worked in the AV club growing up.

So I forgot to press the button to start the show so we're starting now once again.

The smartest man in the world, proofdust, takes to the ether and every individual glow worm that's listening out there in glow worm land.

This is the time to set your tail to incandescence. Light up something delicious or pour yourself something frothy with some cubes in it and let's get it on!

The heavens are fairly raining their way open and parting their unbelievable purple curtain so that we may once again glimpse infinity.

Wow! Washington D.C. what can I say that hasn't already been said when we weren't recording?

There's a lot of people out there on their extra cycle right now or listening on their radio or listening on their computer.

They've got earbuds in or they're in their automobile going, why is the first part so funny? Nothing's happened that I laughed at, yeah?

If you have to be there, I'm sorry, I can't take heckling right up front. We'll deal with your individual needs later.

In fact, we as a group will vote on your emotional needs and whether they're valid or not but I have to get this thing underway.

Washington D.C. what can I say? I've been here many many times. This is the nicest weather I've ever been in Washington D.C. a beautiful day and then a light breeze, a very cooling breeze as the night fell.

I think I've told this story before once I was caught in a shocking rain right at the daily grill around here where food is served sullenly.

But you're sure to be around a lot of douchebags and billious men with red noses who are wasting your tax dollars ladies and gentlemen that's who you're with.

So the K Street crowds there and I started pouring one of those Washington D.C. insane, you know, a Cambodia, Venus type rains, full of methane and poison and whatnot and bus exhaust.

The statue of Gandhi was rusting on its own that night. I can tell you that much. It is a beautiful statue and works of art are here to be for us to behold.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever and I I salad out into the street without any notion that I should just wait a half an hour and the rain would pass because like Florida you have flash terror here.

You have instant Bible and then it's gone immediately before the next book can even start. So instead I ran out into the street and my fucking brown prodibutes with the zippers on the side and they were soaked all the way through and when I got back to my hotel with my cried the tears of a fucking child.

Like bow brummel when his thumb got ripped off his glove. I was like no I can't do this. The Duke of Wellington will never hear of it. So I played here in Washington. I may have told this one as well.

One time I was here with my friend Jeff Davis and a bunch of improvvers and we were doing a gig and for the troops and we got in a cab after the show to go get drunk and we got in a cab with the water gate hotel and the dude driving the cab.

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