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Yeah, about that. Well, you can all go fuck yourselves because I’d rather hang out with SNL than you. Call me back when you aren’t located in South Carolina and have a network deal. Like a cheerleader dating the overweight, funny guy, Wilco has bailed on the quirky, moderately attractive city of Charleston, South Carolina and shacked up with the more desirable football player, Saturday Night Live, in this case. The abrupt cancellation comes just five days before the scheduled gig, but don’t worry, Charleston, Wilco has vowed to hook you up with a pity slow dance and if you’re lucky, maybe even an encore and a kiss on the cheek. How sad. At least your mother still loves you. Probably. According to Pitchfork, Jeff Tweedy and his band’s generic lyrics will join host Ellen Page to form a bordering-on-too-big-to-be-called-indie-bill. I still love Saturday Night Live. Sure, Bill Hader, Keenan Thompson, and Amy Poehler aren’t exactly Chase, Belushi, and Radner, but the late night show continues to make me laugh out loud more than any other show on television. 
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