The crass act of basic cable, Comedy Central, sums up their festivities this way: "America's family-friendly filth-teller gets the full comic treatment from his friends."
With friends like these, who needs enemas?
@&#*%!!!
Hold onto your hats, folks, and your private parts -- especially your private parts, as bottom-feeder celebrities, a few others who should know better, and Academy Award-winning actress Cloris Leachman(!) pump stultifying-to-middling comic Bob Saget for everything he's worth and less in this bend-over-frontwards tribute.All in all, the level of the testimonials, from an array of underachieving comedians such as Gilbert Gottfried, Jeffrey Ross, and Susie Essman, is about three notches below having chimps fling poo and pick nits out of each others matted tail fur, yet not nearly as clever.
I can tolerate raunch, but not the run-amok repetition and laziness of the production. This steamy pile of show (and the others in the series) is largely the work of witless hacks who somehow manage to barf on-target entertainment for the crude, mind-numb, drooling goons at heart.
