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I've read all three of Carlin's books, and this is by far the worst. It really feels like Carlin was scraping the bottom of the barrel for material. It's very observational, but not very funny. Most of the book (I stopped at about page 95) is his word-play, which can be clever at times when it's interspersed with other funny material. But page after page of word-play and rants about euphimisms gets old. If you want funny Carlin material, read Brain Droppings, which had me laughing so hard I cried several times. Sorry, George, but this book is not funny.