Because there’s forever been a severe gap in the sexy dancing market for a lanky, middle-aged, ginger haired beanpole to awkwardly try and bang his flute into the turf in an apartment full of people he technically employs, Conan O’Brien decided to invite himself along to the midnight screening of Magic Mike XXL his female staffers were attending.
It’s entirely likely the whole venture was agreed to due to the magic words “all expenses paid,” but still there’s no denying the fact that Conan’s ability to whip off those snap pants is a little too adept.
What are you hiding, you crafty Irish bastard?
More like Conan the Dick-stroyer, am I right!
(Look, I know. I know, alright? But it’s Friday. Can you… can you just give me this one? Just this once?)
