Dammit, 5 minutes off the mark with my accurate research. FWIW, SNL is a pretty rare phenomenon in the Netherlands, you know.
It’s not even an actual SNL sketch. It’s from Saturday Night You, which is best described as SNL fan fiction-that is, they write their own sketches.
John Corrado shares with Bibliophage the role of SDStaffExpertOnPharaonicIncest, as is shown by their masterful contributions to this thread.
Unfortunately, there being little call for comments on the Pharaohs or Ptolemies sleeping with each other, he also doubles in brass as Pit Mod., where no doubt his expertise on incestuous terminology can come in handy!
I got your John Corrado right here!
“…can come in handy!”
Now that’s a disturing visual.
By George, you are right. I had thought I found a transcript of one of the actual SNL Bill Brasky sketches.
That was a truly shitty thing for you to say, lieu!
Who the fuck is John Corrado?
He’s you worst nightmare.
That’s right, he’s Batman…or Pauly Shore. Oh, sorry, Pauly Shore is my worst nightmare. So, he’s just Batman.
[Edited to earn Kat’s praise. -JMCJ]
:smack: :smack: :smack:
I beg your forgiveness. I do know the difference between “your” and “you’re” and I have no idea why I typed “you’re”. I wonder if my hero, John Corrado, would swoop down and fix that for me.
Kat you are just so evil that there are no words. Milton himself could not come up with the words that would describe you.
Locks would stop Pauly Shore. A shotgun would kill him. None of those would work against Batman. Tonight, I shall have nightmares where nothing works against the shape I am trying to stop until it pins me down and takes off its cowl and says “Hey, Bu-huddy”.
Damn you. Damn you to all of the hells in the most advanced hell having system of any religion ever devised by humanity, all of which have Pauly Shore as their final and greatest evil.
John Corrado is so 2001.
** Mystery solved…** http://www.geocities.com/inmyhead/
Ev’ry mornin’ at the pit you could see him arrive
He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew ya didn’t give no lip to Big John.
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
Nobody seemed to know where John called home
He just drifted into the Dope and stayed all alone
He didn’t say much, kinda quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all, you just said “Hi” to Big John.
Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen
And a crashin’ blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Loosiana troll to the Promised Land-Big John
(Big John, Big John) Big Bad John (Big John)
John Corrado is my hero. Even if* he misspells “your” as “you” when he edits my posts. 
I have all his albums, and ll his trading cards, and every flavor of his rock candy.
Are you testing his mod-edit skills now, or just a horrible typist? 
Er…it’s a test, yeah, that’s it.
He has eleven trading cards? I’ve only got the ones of him playing miniature golf, driving the fire engine, and committing some no-doubt-sinful act on a mermaid! What are the others like?
Polycarp, the other 8 consist of John Corrado (1) driving a race car, (2) riding a bucking bronco, (3) in a spacesuit on the moon, (4) battling a fire-breathing dragon, (5) on a roller coaster, (6) planting a flower garden, (7) playing guitar with Elvis and (8) petting little puppies and kittens. There’s rumors of a 12th card, with John Corrado summoning Cthulhu, but no one is sure that it actually exists.
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Wouldn’t mod cards be the coolest things ever?
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