Around midnight, back in 1996, I went down to my friend, Norweiner's, single room in the basement of our dorm at the University of Florida. After hanging out for a little while, she told me she had to turn on the TV, which was strange since Norweiner was the non-tv-watching type. I'd never heard of Conan O'Brien before that night, but watching a giant wagon full of whiny business men being dragged through the studio and around 30 Rockefeller was enough to get me hooked. I've been watching him since.
As so, I pay him the highest honor I can bestow upon someone. I give you, Conan O'Brien as a llama (with doodley background):
You can't see it but he it totally wearing jeggings.