Is there a way to write a side-splitting, asthma-attack inducing, Kleenex-grabbing moment that you probably had to be there to see but wish the whole world could have their panties in a knot, gasping for breath, and never wanting to forget this Saturday Night Live moment that happened in their very own home?   Probably not. Well, maybe if you're a high-grade script writer or somesuch, but all I g…