Ladies and gentlemen, Greg Proupes.

Well, hey, word up in a hip-deep hay carnivores, herbivores, omnivores, creatures of

the night, and loaked up bats who are flying around this West Hollywood neighborhood here

at Bar-Luvich. This is the smartest man in the world, Proupkast, and yeah, from the

Baroque back room of a loose indolent dive where Nerduel's meat to plot the demise of Western

civilization, where eternity meets the night, where the shaded lamp meets the deal that

takes place in the back room, where the clenched teeth meet the secret handshake, where

nudes are on the walls, and were surrounded by all manner of strange, implement an artifact

and lights that have weird filaments in them and tiny chandeliers, and a bar that's closed

alas, but the bar on the back is open, and hopefully we'll be selling back out. Welcome.

And listeners of the night, those of you sitting in your car and your home or wherever one

listens to, Proupkast's as you dash about the earth on your eternal rounds. This is

the second show, New Mero Dose of the smartest man in the world, and I'm as excited to you,

or I'm as excited as you, if you wish to use the right proposition, I'm as excited to

you to find out as I would to find and substitute two for As. And I'll be doing it as the night

goes on, no fair guessing to I do it. So I'm as excited as you might be to guess whether

or not this one's going to be good or as I, and tone last time, I thought that Ernst

Lubitsch gave the greatest comedy direction of all time, which was after a comedy take

in a comedy movie, he said, do it better. So I'm hoping to do it better tonight, ladies

and gentlemen. And I'd like to start with something close to my heart, and I hope that it

doesn't alienate the entire room here. I find that in alternative comedy rooms here

in Los Angeles and, of course, New York City, anywhere where Bohemian hipsters go to gather

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