Because if I can’t hang out with you, a cat from a bodega, and a Teddy Ruxpin wearing mascara, then this would not be a successful birthday, Mr. Bill. Just make sure black George Washington is on the invite list.
Oh, and I know that Saturday Night Live movies are doomed and everything, but I would totally watch 90 minutes of Stefon. It could be called Requiem for Stefon’s Dream, because you know it would be ten times more disturbing than the 2000 drug flick. I mean, DJ Baby Bok Choy = scarier than heroin-addicted Jordan Catalano. Right?