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RuPaul and SNL. They go together like werking it and starting your engines. Surely he’s hosted once a year since the 90s, or at least once a decade? But no, this is in fact his first time hosting at Studio 8H ever. So let’s make up for lost time and get right to it. (Justin Bieber is also here.)

But first, we have some Democratic Debate (Grade: A General Sense of Necessity) business to take care of. You know how these things go: some recurring guest stars, a few burns, round and round … and round and round … and round and round we go. So let’s move on to the Monologue (Grade: 3/5 Classic New York Stories), which is one of those quick, “You know me, I’m (Insert Name of Cool Person Here)” Monologues.

I watched the cold opening and monologue before I ate breakfast. But don’t worry! I didn’t faint from any hunger pangs. (It was pancakes again.)

Okay, now it’s time to really get into the nitty-gritty. And first up, it’s a session of game night Charades (Grade: 4/5 Words), and I gotta say, I love how the premise of this one kept evolving. It’s about a family who doesn’t follow the rules of Charades! No, it’s about a family who are preternaturally in tune with each other! No, it’s about a family who totally zings the other family! In fact, it’s all of those things.

And oh man, that’s just a prelude to a feast, as we zip in next to a pre-filmed piece. That’s right, it’s Chad Time! In The Queen (Grade: 4/5 Chicken Cutlets), RuPaul proves that drag might just be the formula for taming our beloved profoundly disaffected stoner-bro.

The check-splitting at the Birthday Dinner sketch (Grade: The Furthermost of Check-Splitting Sketches) features Ru and Cecily Strong really digging their teeth into teaming up, as God intended. Wow, Boop-It (Grade: 3/5 Bop-Its) is a parody commercial that seems like it should’ve aired 20 years ago, doesn’t it? Beck plays a great pathetic dad, though. And oh boy, what have we got next? You put RuPaul in a Library (Grade: The Absolute Filthiest), you know what’s going to happen. I’ve been a fan of Ru’s for quite some time, so there were several moments during this episode when I felt like both Henry Higgins AND Eliza Doolittle as I said to myself, “By God, I think I’ve got it!” The Library was the epitome of that.

Justin Bieber’s first song. He calls it “Yummy” (Grade: 3/5 Biebs). Let’s see, let’s see… I liked that shade of green! Anyway, let’s talk about Weekend Update now. You know, there are a lot of times, maybe even most of the time, when Michael and Colin make me go, “Hmm.” But then there are moments like when Michael says that Colin calls Obama “Oreo Shamrock,” and they make me go, “Aww, yeah!” Popping by the desk in this edition is current SNL featured player Chloe Fineman (Grade: 3/5 Steering Wheels), who we’re told is there to “comment” on the Oscars. But really, she’s just there to do impressions. They’re pretty good impressions! And we’ve also got a check-in with Cecily as Cathy Anne (Grade: 3.5/5 Insights), and if you want someone who tells it like it is on Planet Earth 2020, listen to Cathy Anne.

Whoo boy! We’ve made it all the way through Weekend Update! Do we have time for a few more sketches? Of course we do! The Thirsty Cops (Grade: 3.5/5 Lehigh Athletics Sweaters) are back, and wouldn’t you know it, it appears that Ru and Ego Nwodim are the peanut butter and chocolate of traffic stop flirting. The Old New York Show (Grade: 3.5/5 Fixed Rents) is just the latest example of Aidy Bryant and Kate McKinnon teaming up to do whatever the hell they want, and naturally enough, RuPaul as an “unemployed shoe critic” is the ideal complement to their whole thing. And instead of a 10-to-1 sketch, we wrap things up tonight with the Biebs’ second number. It’s called “Intentions” (Grade: 3/5 Biebs). The performance has a very mid-2010s flashing neon R&B vibe. Was that the sound of soda cans popping open I heard occasionally throughout?

Our next new episode will be on Leap Day 2020, with John Mulaney hosting for the third season in a row. Audio duties will be handled by one of his Sack Lunch buddies, David Byrne.