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Once, I planned an event where a bunch would get together and watch episodes of "The Mighty Boosh." That was July the 2nd, Nine'een-seventy-nine, the day The Funk died. Two weeks later, I found The Funk in bed with Dr. LeTawdry and a conger eel. At first, I thought it was a sea anemone, but under closer inspection, I realized it was a funky balls o' tits from outer space! I'm Old Gregg.

Thanks to George Clinton and a Himalayan sherpa with a choice DVD collection and a bad case of dermatitis, The Mighty Boosh comes to the Playa, where Old Gregg and The Hitcher tend to frequent. Who knows what will happen, but it's guaranteed to be epic! I'm Old Greggggggggg!!