One day in my career, there's gonna be towels in the fucking bathroom in a carpet.

That's all I'm saying, ladies and gentlemen, do I have to live like this?

The rest of my got, I hope you're recording, but I'm not doing the intro tonight.

The rest of my goddamn life, career is an interesting word, and we started, by the way.

Normally we have a theme song and shit, but fuck it.

You can put the themes, put it in here, and theme song.

Hello everybody, I'm Greg Proves.

Once again, the smartest round of the world food cast takes to the ether here

from the Cerulean confines of L.A.'s most negligent, at least air-conditioned venue

in all of West Hollywood, across from the pleasure chest, where it is Stubtember once again.

We're here at the bar in Leibhatch, where you can stand if you fucking want to.

Paying customers are invited to have a cold bowl of shit.

I'm joking, of course, I'm a little huffy tonight, but why not?

I'm Mary Anna Huffy.

It's a...

...the judgment.

We have a disco on after tonight, so we're gonna be leaving a little bit early.

We're forming a Konga line out this room and out onto Santa Monica Boulevard

and down to that weird parking lot of the corner that no one ever parks in.

That I think is run by the city, and the emblem of the city of West Hollywood ladies and gentlemen,

we're not in Los Angeles anymore, continuously, yes.

However, spiritually and economically and governmentally, we are miles away.

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