Our fated meeting with Brian Williams in New York on Wednesday is so close we can almost taste it. It tastes like...like Cinnabon. And pizza. Some sort of Pizza Cinnabon combination? No, that's disgusting and tragic. We apologize for even suggesting something so absurd and far-fetched.
You heard the man. If we hold him to it, we'll just need to figure out what a heterosexual wedding ceremony entails. Chrome-plated everything, lasers/smoke machines, and giant piles of BBQ ribs are what we've come up with so far. Suggestions?