Ladies and gentlemen, great.

Hooray, Hooray!

We are finally reached to the last coast of the North America line and here in the sunny

times that even during springtime has a completely pale sky with only but a few serious clouds

stirring as the warm weather wafes us all into another plane of a tustin and wenschester.

Los Angeles stands alone as a place that's warm and makes your head swim with the baking

heat early in the year when you're not quite ready for it yet and then the night swoop

down several degrees, leaving everyone breathless and wishing they had a jacket and that

they would turn on the heaters that are on every single outside patio here so that

the people with no blood who live in this town may once again feel warm like the lizards

that they are.

It's the smartest man on the world proofcast and we're taking the ether here from the

saluvious confines of Los Angeles most imaginative comedy club venue, one that's stuffed behind

the unbelievably literate place where the what do they call them graphic novels are

kept and all the toys that boys have in their rooms and stuff like that.

And some women too, let's us not leave out our nerd sisters, let me not be like Comic

Con and B-Sexist and require that everyone cause play in order that I get a semi.

I am happy with your own interests no matter what they are and I would never put them down.

Last week I mentioned a car talk and that I don't care for cars and that I can't understand

what anyone will listen to a show where people talk about cars and then I realized you know

what?

People who like that some of them have feelings too, some of them are unbelievable dickheads

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