I listened to the audio book around the same time. I remember enjoying it, too, but I also came away thinking Fey was a bit more like Liz Lemon than I would think-- a bit colder and harder than I'd expect.
Amy Pohler's book, on the other hand, was a joy from beginning to end
I don't think it's so much one sketch, but rather based on a few that were a bit overplayed, like Pat, Mango, that fucking "makin' coffee" asshole, Roxbury, etc. Basically, any of the one-note premises that inexplicably returned time and time again.
But we did so well catching the Boston bomber.
Man, this album got me through high school.
Tangentially related, press your tongue as flat as possible against the roof of you mouth to speed up recovery from brain freeze.
Ahh, the ol' Executive mandated happy ending.
Well shit, my bad. Fixed, thanks!
It's from an old ~~Penny Arcade,~~ Ctrl+Alt+Del, often mocked for its sudden melodramatic tone in an otherwise silly comic series:
It means Rick Deckard won't be coming for you any time soon.
30 Rock, applicable as always. That reminds me, it's getting on time for my 50th rewatch haha.
Abed? I think you mean brown Jamie Lee Curtis.
Late to this post, but I just wanted to thank you for putting this together. Even cooler than Meat Cat.