A live performance of slam poetry. What? What a fraudule. All right. You're the one. Anyway, good morning to you, Vaughan. Hey, hey, good morning. Vaughan is the newest member on staff here at the Woody Show. He's our video producer. You know, you've heard us mention that. How's everything going there in the video department? Yeah, the department of one. What do you think? Everything's great, man. I'm making happy. You know, 100 K on YouTube. Yeah. It was a long, long drive, but a man just made it work. So you're doing a great job. I appreciate it. You're doing a great job. I think you're the best video guy we've ever had. Sorry, Randy. I'll take it. I'll take it. He's out of your slamming. Yeah. I don't like, man, you know who really hates slam poetry? Seabass. And I say 95% of the audience. There's a reason these aren't coffee houses and up stairs to rec rooms at colleges because no one wants to hear any of this. But, yeah, now how did you get into it? I got into it as actually like big national slam actually. You know, it's not just in coffee rooms, but in high school, there was a poetry club in my high school. So we began doing that. And then we went to the national slam, which is here in San Jose. So we flew from DC to San Jose for a national slam in 07. So we began doing that around then. And since then, been slamming all over the country basically. I'll come see. You stay slamming. You stay slamming. Seabass. Yeah. I was talking about how you're slamming. No, it's Ersa. And Ray, you probably pick up on this. Like NPR, I'll have some of this on like a weekend. Yes. That's a great tune out factor. But I don't say that it does exist. All right. So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, here we go. This is our video producer, Vaughn. Here we go. So this is not just Seabass, but the whole show had to be. Oh, man. Oh, man. All right. I'm just a sugar to get you into. Oh, man. So that's the material. Yeah. There we go. All right. So what's called six to nine reasons we enjoy the Woody show. Or this anapoma to arms race. Or don't be a bastion. Or getting 69 mega uber ultra fails. Or I got 69 problems in Seabass ain't one. Oh, wow. One, how Woody wanders and waits through inappropriate thoughts, joining his sympathy and diet coke. How does one so wide evokes such narrow jokes? Two. Are you getting all is fair and war and Woody show segments. You're voting egos away with the weight of a menace. Literally too big to fail. Three, this show is both tree and forest loud. Everlasting smells a little like wild animals. We are the PC version of happy tree friends for Greg Gory, because his name is Greg Gory. Five racing rave to coffee machines. And when she loses a slither and robe emerges from her nape. I can feel the spells in her gaze, not even I and wizard enough to conquer her nerdy maze. Six, the broken bastion of bastards, the bastion appears. An ominous, yeah, gangly tooth smile, oddly sweating at 4am. And now, another round of taking advantage of people in public, metaphorically beating down unknown drunkards in the brain with the microphone and questions to confuse their inebriated minds. Yes, you are a super genius in Mensa. No need to prove it with all your time. This may not mean much to you. But I took an online test call now as nine. It said my IQ was 135. So weird how we both ended up in the same career line, where he enters the office greeting me daily like Hank Hill on pre workout on good days. Yep, on the others, wreaking a random foods. We sit less than six feet apart, get share a few words, only talk and clicks and clacks of our keyboards, edit and silence, then laughter lingers between. I can't believe I have the same sense of humor as a super genius, so smart, so knowing of probability, swiping right on every woman, upping his chances of matching with a cousin so they can squat and shower together, or whatever he says is romance. Perhaps they'll save the world. One cart at a time, did you know? There's a people on this act solves every problem in existence, and that's a scientific fact. 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