Comedy Central funny men Stephen Colbert and my baby daddy Jon Stewart are on this month’s cover of Rolling Stone magazine, and of course the interview done by NYTimes reporter Maureen Dowd is a riot.

Here’s the intro:

I thought Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert might be a little nervous to meet with me. I was the real news commentator, after all, and they were the mock. They threw spitballs at presidents; I interviewed presidents before throwing spitballs at them. I had crisscrossed the globe to cover news stories, while these guys just put on dark suits and threw up imported backgrounds on a green screen.

No doubt they would try to impress me with some weighty discussion about world affairs or the midterm elections. But when I walked into Colbert’s office at The Colbert Report, just off Tenth Avenue in Manhattan’s Hell’s Kitchen, the two barely acknowledged me. Stewart, rumpled in a gray tee over a long-sleeved shirt, khaki cargo pants, black Timberland boots and a Mets cap, was sprawled in a chair with takeout coffee. Colbert, neat in a long-sleeved navy shirt, blue pants and wire-rimmed glasses, was sitting up straight next to him, holding a paper plate of fruit. They were already deep in a weighty discussion.