Invite Sheila Suchimov and you've got a party. (Sheila asks though that you leave Harry Balzac at home. Typical Sheila.)

Couple glasses of wine usually worked for me.

Get nationally embarrassed a third time and the um,what's the third one ... um ... ahhhh ... hmmm ...Ooops!

Fuck the White House Correspondents! Dinner?

Or they can combine lines of attack and attribute it to her extreme old age. Next thing we know she'll be screaming at the kids: "Get off my South Lawn!"

There, too, apparently.

Love how these 2016 stories invariably get around to Bobby Jindal, whose spot on imitation of Kenneth the Page should follow him for the rest of his political life.

Read MY lips, muthaf*&%#@!

They might look like something else, but only at first glans.

It's Klaus! Poor, long lost Klaus!

Went viral. You know how the Internet Goebbels this stuff up.

"Mama! Mama!

Someone's ceiling fan barely spin, creaky with age, but the world's power plants (and our ICBMs) are in working order?

Wait. Go back, back, back to that second photo.

SPOILER ALERT

Ohhhh Noooo! Stefon was the only bit I actually hoped would show up on SNL. No one ever really leaves the show, of course. All this merely raises the stakes for when Seth Myers returns to host the show and Hader "drops by."

Or man and tree.

Thweet!

Two of this show's many charms.

Any product that stresses its devotion to going Greek style in its marketing may have trouble appealing to some men (horny bull on the label or not).