Behold, I give you Matt Lauer’s greatest contribution to entertainment. A “red eye” zinger to his buddy Bob Costas.
It’s midnight in Matt Lauer’s Sochi hotel room. He furiously scribbles on a notepad.
“Your eyes are as red as that time we canned Ann Curry.”
Nope, not that one
“Roses are red, violets are blue. Sorry about your eye. You shouldn’t have touched it with poo.”
Nope, not that either
“Ugh, this is frustrating.”