Hey everyone. Welcome to the first ever edition of The Nerve at Night. The nerve at night.

Welcome to our lair.

And it's not like Bill Maher's sleazy man cave.

It's just the nerve.

But it's the nerve at night.

So we are going to be getting up to all kinds of trouble and blowing off steam with you,

whether it's after a long day at work or you're on your commute, you're coming home

from school, maybe you just met with some people who like rubbed you the wrong way.

We're generally sharing an exhale.

It is the end of the day.

It is cocktail hour.

It is time to relax.

And for our inaugural episode, we begin with a banger, Ryan Reynolds.

We touched on Ryan a couple of weeks back after he was an absolute monster.

And hey, monster was his own self-description in that clip to a child, a child journalist on a red carpet.

And trust me, that is the least of Ryan Reynolds and his offenses.

And you know, there's some really nice symmetry here.

It just worked out this way.

It wasn't planned.

But given that our first ever segment on our first ever nerve, and if you go back,

I can't even look at it. I'm sure you can hear my voice shaking with nerves. But our first ever

nerve segment was a deep dive into John Hamm's psychopathic tormenting of a fraternity pledge in

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