He's the devil, he'll never be any fool. He's the devil, I'll see him never, never know what it's like. He's the fool, just be f-

He doesn't know what, everybody.

Hooray, Haral, once again the smartest man in the world, Proofcast takes to the either this time from the Salubis confines

of the Purpose of Frutitude located somewhere in Lower California. My name's Greg Proops. This is Jennifer.

Hi.

Hi everybody. That's the crystals with the awesome darling love at the helm.

A spill specter ballad about dysfunctional relationships from 1962. See the way he shuffles his feet. He's a rebel and he's never been any good, but somehow that's her guy.

And she's going to stand by him until the end of time, even though he has apparently according to the song very few redeeming social qualities.

But perhaps a really grubby leather jacket.

He hooks his thumbs into his belt loops and he sluffles along with a leather jacket on it. So I'm guessing he has a bitch in motorcycle and he's probably good looking and has awesome hair.

Right.

And he's a rebel and he's never been any good.

And as I am, Doddy, I'm a rebel, Doddy, a loner.

It's women's history month and that's why we're playing the crystals. And also because the immortal Howl Blaine turned out to not be immortal.

And eventually has swirled off into the big drum kit in the sky.

He didn't play it his own birthday last month.

And Charlie Watts came and he gigged at 9 a.

Yeah.

And there is a picture of him in variety here playing with what appears to be mallets.

That's great.

Oh no, there's the giant brushes that look like this.

You're heously.

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