It’s been a while since I mentioned how much I can’t stand Carlos Mencia. Let’s get started.
Comedy Central, let’s make a deal. If you take Carlos Mencia’s car-wreck of a show off the air and replace it with a half hour of any other content,* I hereby promise to tune in every single week, without exception. I’ll even watch the commercials. Do you hear me? I haven’t watched a commercial on my television in 18 months. That’s how much this means to me.
No more faux-edgy idiocy. No more race-baiting fart jokes. No more stolen material made utterly unfunny by a marble-mouthed fake Mexican.
I’d rather watch that scene from Swingers where he keeps leaving messages on the girl’s voicemail over and over. I’d rather watch Guarding Tess. I’d rather watch Emeril! I’d rather watch Full House, but just the scenes where wacky Uncle Joey had serious heart-to-hearts with the girls. I’d rather watch TITUS.
Please, Comedy Central. I’m begging. It’s time to make a change.
* Larry the Cable guy not included.
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