The

Ray Hurrah, once again the smartest man in the world,

proupcast takes to the either, this time from the salubriest confines of the fortress of

Prypitude, located inside the Portrait of Prypitude right here in lower California.

This Joe Perry from Aerosmith's birthday, he's a thousand.

Now, if you're my age and I'm hope you're not, the Aerosmith are so insanely popular

at my high school back in the 70s that all the guy, jocks dressed up as girl cheerleaders

and did a routine to this song at the one of the assemblies.

Oh, the tenderness.

When you think about the love and the undying devotion and the kind of sweetness that Aerosmith

brings to the game, who could blame America for not being enraptured by them for all these

years?

What was my joke in the 90s?

It's going to take another comment hitting to earth to quell these mighty dinosaurs,

ceaseless parambulations about the globe.

In the 70s they did so much cocaine they wouldn't play Europe because they were afraid

they couldn't score coke in Europe in the 70s.

Where you would land in a matter-horn of cocaine in a German wearing a David Sol, other wife

beating jacket would jump out and go, hey, shots of who wants a bump.

And then another fine comedy routine in mind from the 90s was, bands are so boring and

sharing and caring now.

Every 5% of this, Ben and Jerry's chubby, heavy-piece pop goes to save the Tibetan ground squirrels.

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