Ladies and gentlemen, Greg Proofs, and now the introduction, wow, kittens, chattones,

chattotitos, and cats of all stripes. Welcome to the preemptive mirth that is the smartest man in the world,

Proofcast in a roomful of mirth, a roomful of jocularity, already abruined before I could even get to the microphone.

This crowd seeks to provide their own entertainment, and if any insurrections in that direction are led tonight,

I will want you to know that I will be quashing them by torchlight.

The smartest man in the world, the Proofcast, once again, takes to the ether after our sojourn in the Caribbean sea,

or more precisely than the southern Atlantic, and we're back from there and all around Cali for a week and now back here

in the friendly confines of Barloobich in western Hollywood. Thank you.

The remote western outpost of Hollywood, as opposed to the costeted eastern part of Hollywood,

which everyone knows is blue blood and cares not for the underlings.

We're across from the pleasure chest here, and of course, as you know, in just two days' time,

before this, when this drops, it'll already be over, I think, but before we, while we're recording this,

is the night before Thanksgiving, and as you know, that's the kickoff for the fistmas season here at the pleasure chest.

You know, a lot of people forget the wristmas tails, but they're really some of the sweetest

and the star's shown, and a scent wafed it up in the east, and three wise men stood,

and a sheep went, no!

Fistmas is the most divine of all the holidays, and the starts again here are tomorrow.

I'm planning, I have to get up early on Thanksgiving day, by the time you listen to the

Solid Boardy, Dennis, and I'll tell you how the story comes out before I even have it.

I have to get up tomorrow and do a phone call because I'm going to Toronto, and as you know,

the Canadians being godless heathens and possibly communists.

You've heard of Canada, Mexico over the north.

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