P. Diddy plopped on the couch for a round of Earth's most inane kaffeeklatsch earlier today to promote - what, exactly? Mase's new mixtape? Leather hooded Sean John parkas? The concept of Puffy? As they tend to when an unmuzzled Sherri Shepherd participates in them, the chat meanders idiotically until Joy Behar goes to the timeless comedic wellspring of Mr. Daddy's many silly names.

She lists all 26 of them, Puffy chalks it up to "evolution," and an irate Sherri leaps from the coach and removes her earrings while shrieking, "Oh no you did NOT just use that word up on my show. They didn't just evolve; the name 'Puffy' is obviously the work of an intelligent designer!" (The theories will be taught side by side in Kansas public schools.)