Look, we don’t need to tell you that watching Leno is worse than having an entire sack of angry rattlesnakes forcefully inserted into your cancer-stricken ass. You know this. I know this. We all know this. (Well, everyone except the old people in middle America who watch him. But we know this too, so let’s just move on.) But last night something miraculous happened: the show produced a highly entertaining bit.
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