It might be hard to believe, but sometimes when a Conan O’Brien gets lost or abandoned hundreds of miles from home, he can use his keen sense of smell and instinctual navigation to find Studio 6B. Conan stopped by Fallon last night not only to promote Conan’s New York shows this month, but to pick up Triumph The Insult Comic Dog, who has apparently been squished between the couch cushions for, what, a year now? How you can have Triumph clutched in your surprisingly tan hands and not have him talk, however, is beyond me. It’s against Conan’s nature.
