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Ladies and gentlemen, Greg.

Yeah, all right. Here are. Once again, the split is not in the world. Quick

House takes a big hit from the slipperyest hot buns of Western Hollywood. Most

anime club, the one that's the most humid across the street from the pleasure

chest here in the delightful month of what, what do we know? Slarch. We're back

again with the smartest man in the world. Proof cast here at the Barlow

that's here in West Hollywood, where it's awfully humid in this backroom tonight.

Is it not? There's sort of a Cambodian killing field swamp thing going on

back here, a KVNR Oscar flame, which was an awesome movie. But it is a little

humid. I wonder if we could get them to turn the air conditioning on at some

point. And then when they do, it'll get so blustery cold in here that it'll be

like Arctic, I station zebra, and Howard Hughes will be on my ass, eating a

bowl of banana at ice cream and watching Ernest Borgnone. Thank you for the two

people who remember the movie, I station zebra. I station zebra is only notable

for two things. Howard Hughes, the insane millionaire, and the days when insane

billionaires lived at the top of casinos in Las Vegas as opposed to living in

the halls of power. Watched apparently, I station zebra every night in eight

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