Here’s what we’re hoping to see on Saturday night.
“Hey, let’s not have sex again for the duration of his term in office, okay?”
Only a worthwhile venture if there are no women without children being held for ransom around, or else if she’s smoking hot.
All your faves have failed at one point or another.
“I was driving home from the last night of teaching this fucking class for the fucking summer when I hit a fucking deer and killed it.”
“Maybe you don’t have the sense of wonder to appreciate a show like this.”
Honoring what now passes as excellence in Journalism and the Arts
“If you thought twitter was gross last time, hold onto your butts for what’s coming next.”
Here’s what the Internet will look like between now and September.
You Should Watch that Show Louis CK Went Broke Making (But Really, Don’t Let Me Tell You What to Do)
This is auteur television at its most auteur-y.