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Conan Class

I hate Jay Leno and his big chin. He's not funny. He doesn't make me laugh. He sucks.

I love Conan O'Brien and his big hair. He's very funny. He makes me laugh heartily. He doesn't suck.

So all this drama with the late night lineup on NBC makes me mad. I think Conan's handling it with grace and professionalism. His statement, for example, oozes class...


I'll follow Conan wherever he goes.

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