Ladies and gentlemen, Greg Prove.

Right here are, once again the smartest nut of the world,

who takes for the ether here from the salubrius confines

in Los Angeles 17th hippas club here on Santa Monica Boulevard

from the red and frosty confines of Bar Lovets right here

in the booming throbbing epicenter of WeHo across the street

from the pleasure chest where it's always a good time.

One of LA's most, how do I put this?

Well-armed sexual novelty stores.

No matter what you into, there's some sort of weird thing hanging on a hanger

or a dangling from a hook at the pleasure chest.

Where my understanding is all through these three months

in the middle of the year, it's a slumber.

And that's the month it is now.

Everyone was so happy before we started recording.

And now...

It's a little bit like those Arctic expeditions you find

at the end of their rope when they're riding in their diary

and there's only vitamins left.

Somehow a pall has been cast upon the crowd

as soon as they were required to be in a live show.

But that not is not at all.

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