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Very well!

Good eye men, take you in a boil.

It's in a dark and room somewhere in Hollywood.

And the inner recesses and dark and unbelievably

commodious confines of Los Angeles' most intensive and fabulous retrospective film

accumulation, the Cine family here on Fairfax Avenue, in the gracious, expensive tennis

shoes district of Los Angeles, where cops may be bought for over prices and shoes as well,

and what used to be a burgeoning Jewish neighborhood, which is now holding the line with

counters and a couple of stores. Showing no signs of leaving, and here we are excitingly

once again, the smartest man in the world, Proopcast takes to the either. This time, the

Greg Proop's film club version. How do I sign up for the Greg Proop's film club? Well,

Jimmy, it's easy. First, you're going to want to stand in the moonlight all night long

with a fishbone that's gone into your hair, until a purple moon rises in the sky. What

then, Mr. Proop's? Then, you're going to want to rub something that you find like a tin

can and it's burnished with a high sheen and you can see the morning stars glow in it.

What will happen then? Well, a grown man will sit near you and want to breathe. You know,

I think the greatest reaction a comedian can hope for when recording a live podcast is

to have someone cough uncomfortably after the first shitty unsuccessful improvised dick

joke. It's all right. It's awesome having Doc Holiday in the audience here tonight.

Ladies and gentlemen, you don't see him out that much anymore after the OK Corral. Guess

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