We don’t know what the hell the Sports Action Team is, but we’ve spent enough drunken late nights in front of the TV to recognize that guy in the middle. Oh, what’s his name? He’s that hilariously creepy looking guy that hangs out with a perverted cursing dog…no, not K-Fed…not A-Rod…oh, yea, Conan O’Brien. That’s it!
Oh, we hate when people with garlicky odored hyperhydrosis shake our hands. Yuck!