The Pee-otus was a little late with this week’s review of SNL. Took him till about 5:45 p.m. on Sunday. But you know, he’s a busy man, what with cancelling visits (that, one report suggests, he never planned to make in the first place) to Black history museums on MLK Day and all, so, well, you know.
But the thought does occur that, for someone who hates SNL so much, he seems to keep watching it.
Granted, I can’t overlook the possibility that he doesn’t watch the show at all, but has deduced (correctly) that they’re going to (pun alert!) take the piss out of him, so all he needs to know is that if it’s Sunday, it’s Troll SNL Time.
But assuming he does watch it repeatedly (I mean, he’s into golden showers, so why not a bit of softcore masochism?), I’m reminded of the joke that Woody Allen is reminded of at the beginning of Annie Hall:
Two elderly women are at a Catskills mountain resort, and one of ’em says, “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.” The other one says, “Yeah, I know; and such small portions.”