Fucking MacGruber! Um, 1-4-3 I l-l-l-loved the opening credits! That song! “MacGruber/ he made a fucking movie/for You-ber.” Then, while explaining the character in a heavily redacted classified file, there’s a sax solo. Played by MacGruber! Because MacGruber prefers adult contemporary over hard rock “action movie” music. Classic Grubes!

Speaking of the best of the Grubester, before he can start a new mission, he has to become himself. To become himself, he has to dig up his own coffin… where he’s keeping a change of clothes!

Also, hilarious name-play. Name-play specific hi-fives, guys! Dixon Piper? Deiter Von Cunth? Vernon Freedom?! Fucking LOL, bro (FLOLB!).

So, anyway, all of Van Cunth’s art projects are amazing. Like, someone’s going to be fucking pissed when Van Cunth’s shit’s up at the Whitney and MacGruber can’t even get onto the list for the opening night gala. Spoiler, MacGruber is going to be fucking pissed! Von Cunth is totally MacGruber’s Mister Brainwash!!!

I will never question the hilarity of sex scenes again. Jorma Taccone took the sex scene convention and talked it into some freaky shit. With the ghost!

The last thing I’ll say is see this one. It’s a hot, special mess. And remember: there are only two victims at MacGruber’s wedding, and one of them’s the priest.

Saturday Night Live recently ran “I Didn’t Ask For This,” a faux-show for people on the receiving end of embarrassing Internet video memes. The sketch calcified many SNL flaws (buffoonery, annoying noises, horrible wigs) into a moment of genius.

The host sets up the premise with his own sad video, looking giddy as he finishes an online maze, only to be rewarded by a freaky ghoul face. He screams, punches through the monitor, cries, and wets his pants. The studio audience and the in-skit producer (“Pierre”) crack up. I was in tears; the video in the video (“Fat Man Gets Pwned”) was well done for a video within a show within a show.

The first guest (Kristin Wiig) is introduced as “a real human being with feelings.” Wiig’s character shows a video where she’s frightened by a bee at a Ren Faire in “colonial Williamsburg.” Her fear scares a mock blacksmith who turns and knocks her down with a “real” hammer. The video is remixed, glitching Wiig’s weird face and looping her fall. The studio audience is hysterical as the host declares, “There’s nothing funny about that.”

Wrong.

Jon Hamm is the final guest, an “absent father” reuinited with his son on reality TV. He was taught that “real men don’t cry,” implying that he’s never cried before. His son declares his love on the fake show (in the fake show) and Hamm’s face contorts before letting out the sound the Splice baby makes when it’s being gassed.

This time everyone inside the show is laughing with myself and the rest of the Democrats in America that still tolerate SNL. Hamm, steady with his character’s mortification, rears into his best Don Draper, specifically the angry/embarrassed Don Draper introduced in the episode after Lucky Strike leaves SDCP, when Ted Chaugh prank calls Don as he sits with his partners.

“Do you think this is funny?” Hamm yells. Wiig looks like she’s going to cry, host Bobby Moynihan might be breaking, and Pierre chuckles: “It’s a pretty weird cry, dude.” Hamm milks the moment, then breaks down once more, whelping on a second (unreal) reality show. The camera pulls back to the producer and host laughing without hope of containment as Wiig steadies a camcorder on a man who, for the second time in five brilliant minutes, did not ask for this.