Seth Meyers

I'm sure Jorma has absolutely no recollection of this, but back in 2008, he very graciously agreed to talk to me and a group of my high school friends about his experience on SNL while visiting his in-laws in the Bay for Thanksgiving.

The only thing I'll say so far is I had no idea that's where you were from.

All right, here we go.

Yorma's mother-in-law was my art teacher growing up and a good friend of my mom, Dee.

I might remember this now.

Oh, yes, definitely.

Now I know what we're talking about.

Between them, they decided it would be sweet for Yorma to chat with a handful of theater kids, SNL obsessives from the local East Bay Catholic High School.

And you were wonderful.

You talked thoughtfully about comedy and writing, answered all our painfully earnest questions, and then delivered the absolute piece de resistance by saying, do you guys want to see the first cut of a short that hasn't aired yet?

Now, I have no idea why you had to cut that earlier if you broke any rules by showing it to us.

But you pulled out your laptop and showed us not just any short, but what I now recognize as Criterion Collection shoe-in, jizz in my pants.

Wow.

Okay.

Which, in retrospect, was an absolutely wild judgment call.

A group of Catholic high schoolers, your mother-in-law and my mom, all gathered around a laptop in your in-law's home watching an unreleased Lonely Island short about premature ejaculation.

I'll always remember your mother-in-law scolding you in disbelief, while you remain completely unflustered and visibly proud of your work as you should have been.

I think about that afternoon a lot.

Now, this is where this story gets very sweet and very moving.

I'll just warn you.