I'll be real honest with ya, kiddos... we had about a million things going on last night and, somewhere during the course of these million things, the entire concept of ICFC slipped out the side exit of my brain like a deadbeat skipping out on a check. When I finally did remember that I had yet to eat a gross thing on camera, it was nearly midnight and I was inching ever-closer to sleep. And quite frankly, had I gotten up then and soldiered through, the ICFC product you'd be reading this morning would have been of poor quality. Not that any of the previous ICFC posts have been of a particularly high quality or anything... I think they rank somewhere between a poorly-drawn webtoon about what if animals rode motorcycles and those pamphlets that religious people hand out on the subway that tell you you're going to hell for farting or watching a PG-13 movie.

But we're talking an even lower standard of quality than what's usually represented here and that's just unacceptable. Also I'm very lazy and once I get horizontal, particularly if there's a TV involved, it usually takes nothing less than an approaching Cloverfield monster or a hurricane made of ninja stars and Ebola to get me up n' at 'em.

So there ya go. Sorry. Hope your morning isn't ruined. If your morning is ruined, feel free to tell me all about it in the comments section and maybe I'll try to fix it or something, the best way I know how. By mocking you on the internet.

Oh, and yeah, like the sign says... ICFC: The Season Finale will be on Friday. Because, believe it or not, we've got a million things going on every night this week. Go figure.