It Was Like These Weird Alternate Universes

I started flipping around the channels last night, maybe 8:30 - 9:00 EST, and came across Family Guy. Sometimes that show is just hilarious. Other times, it is a painful in-joke between the writers and someone where they take one gag that is funny then run it into the ground for so long and so far that the fact someone is getting paid for this crap eats your innards like a vampire tapeworm. But yesterday's run into the ground gag was kind of funny. Stewie and Brian get trapped jumping alternate universes by one of Stewie's inventions, and seeing the different worlds they popped into was kind of funny. I watched the whole episode.

Wait - what? There was a game on last night? Oh. How'd we do?

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