So, Conan went back on the air sans a writing staff. I assume he didn’t want to do it this way but pressure form the network and advertisers was probably too much to bare. Before bed I decided to flip on his show (I haven’t watched it since about season 3 or 4 when it was super-freak-out-low-budget-weird-awesome) and see what they could possibly do without writers.
The monologue was more like 4 min of so-so stand up (no news or references), with a lot of filler. Then this happened:
Not since Little Conan Babies, or the Masturbating Bear have I been so simultaneously entertained and confused by the chalky white giant with the scarlet pompadour. The best part is that he was DEAD serious. You know he sings that in the shower.