Oh Conan O'Brien, you ginger-haired Adonis. Only you could take something as craptastic as Rebecca Black's "Friday" and turn into one big pile of awesome. Although the difficulty quotient of ripping that song a new one wasn't that high to begin with, your simplistic approach was still spot-on.
Like a filth-ridden, bacteria-laced mop in a Swiffer commerical, NBC should be begging you to come back.
Like a filth-ridden, bacteria-laced mop in a Swiffer commerical, NBC should be begging you to come back.
To keep with my blog's theme, for those of you who don't already know this, Conan O'Brien is a comedic writer of sheer genius (in my humble, borderline-stalker opinion). He's written for Saturday Night Live and The Simpson's. For those of you reading this blog who are comedic writers, I suggest you take a page out of Mr. O'Brien's book.
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