The first half of the segment is devoted to this douchebag, the second to an extended, hamfisted ball-busting session in which Bill hassles MK about the unbridgeable generation gap that prevents him for appreciating the Three-Stooges-esque silliness of this.

I had two choices: either give you this or give you the segment with Geraldo, his hair rakishly tousled, a black t-shirt showing off his tattooed biceps, reporting live on the scene of the California wildfires. Yeah! There was a big fire — and he was there. On the scene.

I went with my gut. I’m not sorry.

Tags: California