I was busy over the weekend and didn’t catch SNL, but I get to my comedy feed and OH MY GOD! I was incredibly happy to hear about the momentary slip of an F-Bomb on Saturday Night. Jenny Slate drops the F-Bomb in a sketch that had her replacing the word with Frickin’ for a couple minutes so NO SURPRISE that she slipped. BUT C’MON, What does the uproar mean for comedy?

Remember when you weren’t allowed to show a FULL FRONTAL PENIS in a Summer Blockbuster. Now you can. For a LONG time. I was floored at Bruno. I was curious after Forgetting Sarah Marshall. When did it start? Was I too busy to notice? ANYWAY, the F-Bomb was delicious. May the road rise to meet us, at the peak where once-taboo words are now so common place that we have Hipsters yelling curses like Beezwax to be ironic. Anyway, what’s an F-Bomb? It doesn’t destroy countries. Or does it?

My character NIKOLAI lives in the dairy section of your Harris Teeter because his home was DESTROYED by an F BOMB attack. Nikolai was also so hungry as a young boy that he sold his last name for a loaf of bread. Who knew that bread only lasts for a day, but a last name can last a lifetime.

FUCK.

Awesome.