Godspeed.

Ladies and gentlemen, Greg Froopes.

Baby, we can do it, take the time, do it right.

We can do it, baby.

Do it tonight, baby.

We can do it, take the time, do it right.

Yes, once again.

The smartest man in the world, Vodcast, takes the ether hair

from the Cerulean confines of Western Hollywood's most

groove-velacious bar, across from the Pleasure Chest,

near the $2 clothing store, across from Kaustan Thasian,

and down the street from a parking lot with Russian signs.

It's the bar Lubbich here, and we how?

Oh, yes, there's no telling what can happen here on the street.

West Hollywood, you can see people wearing shorts

of every denomination.

Really shorty shorts, kind of halfway shorts,

the cutoff shorts, coolot shorts, clam diggers.

I think I saw a pair of those nippin' down the boulevard here today.

There's a lot of people I noticed in the last few days

weren't bun snuggies, because it's kind of warm here in Los Angeles.

And if you're listening in Toronto,

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