Truth in advertising. Two hours later and I remember nothing. Something about Hawaii and the Ukranian chick from That 70s Show. Veronica Mars? Fat guy from Superbad. That’s it. No material to work with, no half-cocked witticisms or sarcasm. Of course I’ve had a blend of coffee called High Octane, several mouthfuls of cough medicine and am suffering from massive head and lung congestion.

Oh right, Russell Brand.

Tomorrow, I’m feeling better.