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Craig Ferguson is the Perfect Nightcap!

Every weekday night I get comfortable on the couch or if it's later in bed and get ready for a perfect nightcap. The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson is such a great show and many people are missing the genius of an amazing comedian. Ferguson is so personable that every person, no matter where you come from, can relate to his comedy.

Ferguson is humble and self-depreciating to make everyone realize even more how different his show is in comparison to his competition, Jimmy Fallon. Ferguson's show is strictly a one-man-show, with no side kick or band. His set is minimal, hardly altered much from the previous set used by Craig Kilborn, the original host. Ferguson has no flashy graphics or expensive skits. It's all 'focussed' on him and his ability to hold a room for the whole show.
His eccentricities using puppets and dressing as a woman are slapstick vaudvillian classic comedy tools. His opening musical two minute introductions, lipsynching popular songs with some intern help, are hilarious because of his acting abilities and clown-esque personality.
If watching Craig Ferguson once is in your future be prepared to be hooked!

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