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Hello everybody, Ray Hurrah once again this month has been in the world Proop Dog. It takes to the ether. This time being recorded live in the seclusion of the fortress of Proopitude here in the hollowed halls of lower California.

This is where I hide when I have to recharge my energy cells before I go back out to face the world. No, there will be no audience in this episode except for Jennifer and Ryan who are sitting right here down at the bottom of the bunker

where I have a stack of baby Ruth bars and some ginger rolls and other what am I, what am I Jerry Garcia? Why am I eating like a heroin addict?

Anyways, so don't write in or tweet and go what happened to the audience they were really dead this week. There is no bloody audience. We're recording in a studio, well not a studio, an armed bunker more like.

Anyways, thank you for listening to the show. If you're out there in Proopcast land, it's an important time for you to square your shit away and pay as much attention to this as you possibly can. If you're multitasking, go ahead and have a look.

If you're multitasking, this is a great time to, I don't know. Well, the only thing I ask if you're multitasking is you can surf the into web if you want. You can plant some flowers, you can make tea or coffee or a cocktail.

But don't listen to another podcast while you're listening to this one. That's the only thing I ask. And if you are, make sure it's one in comic book form.

One day they'll have that one technology catches up to us. You know, you can write me here at the show. The whole staff is waiting to hear from you. It's smartest out of special thing.com.

And if you write for me, you want to write me personally, it's fan mail for Greg at Gmail.com. I do try to answer all of them. I definitely do read them all.

So even know that if I haven't responded to you, I've read it. It's just that my schedule is extraordinarily busy. I have to make chocolate for the Girl Scouts in my neighborhood. And I have a victory garden that I'm planning.

And I'm helping NASA put together a proofs capsule for the next for the International Space Station. I got a lot on my plate.

I'm also trying to finish a book that I'm writing. And I've never hated anything more in my entire life than writing this book. I hope you like it when it comes out. Of course, I've squeezed out all the vitro and bitterness. But a lot of it's laid residually in my bile ducts.

It's going to be called the smartest book in the world. No, I don't know when it's coming out. So don't even fucking ask. But soon, soon, and then forever.

And I'll have to live with the picture on the cover till the end of time. That's something I'm really looking forward to.

Why was it so hard for you to write the book, Greg? All you do is spiel and blather, disemble, lie, and prattle every single week.

For seemingly hours at a time, not effortlessly, but with an unending sort of source to this. Why is it so hard for you to put it on paper?

Hey, why don't you mind your own GD business as the answer to that question? How come it's so hard for you to fucking get home on time when I know that you're supposed to take a direct route and you fucking stop and drink? How about that?

Whatever, be odd. So here's some questions people ask me. We don't do this often, but when we do, it's rich and rich and delicious.

We did that one. That was the Robert Palmer, any money question? That was a goody. That led to a repetition of a fine, any money story. Sadly, I don't have any other, any money story. So I wish I did.

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