Ladies and gentlemen, Greg Proops.

Once again, taking to the ether here in the pink and perfect world we seek to create.

The smartest man in the world, Proopcast, commences at the Comedy Central Stage, at the Hudson Theatre, at the Western Hollywood,

a Jason Parking Lot area theatre district stuff thing.

It's so exciting to be here, so close to Shaky's Pizza, just knowing that shit is breaking down.

There was a name of a little girl on the Marquita night.

It said Happy Birthday like, you know, Violet Goldstein or whatever.

And I thought there is an insane group of 25 little girls in there tonight, raging hard at Shaky's Pizza.

They still show silent movies.

I'm asking a crowd of adults, who's at a podcast taping, whether they go to Shaky's Pizza on a regular basis.

I think that's what I like best about myself.

That I have either the poor decision making process going on in my head,

a complete lack of comic instinct to do that, at the top of a podcast,

or it's just that my off-hand manner is so off-putting that people haven't really considered

whether they should actually be going to Shaky's Pizza on a regular basis,

having forgotten how goddamn fun it was when you were little.

Because there's nothing like a picture of Soda Pop to make you feel mental.

You can do all the drugs you want, but if you drink a quart of Pepsi,

you're going to have a personality change.

All of a sudden, air hockey is the funnest thing that ever happened in the world.

Yeah, oh yeah.

No, I think a vast amount of Soda Pop is a life change.

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