Last Thursday’s Louie was like a dream sequence from Six Feet Under, laced with LSD, dead babies, and diarrhea. Coincidentally, a song about dead babies and diarrhea, though not LSD, played over the end credits. In the best one-off musical moment since Louie shat in Hitler’s mouth, Giselle Bellas lent her pipes to, well, I’m not sure what the warbling track is called, so let’s go with “Dead Baby Diarrhea,” which is also the name of Oklahoma’s worst crust-punk band.
Louis C.K. is our Nat King Cole.
(Via the A.V. Club)