Sarah Silverman's The Bedwetter

A video game came out recently called "Green Day: Rock Band." I haven't played it, but it strikes me as a game made specifically for fans of, um, Green Day. That's how I feel about recommending The Bedwetter.

Many people know that I will happily debate you on such important topics as The Best TV Finale Of All Time (The Shield, duh) and The Best M. Night Film Of All Time (Signs, duh). But I would never debate someone on the humor of Sarah Silverman... you either get it like it or you don't.

I'm a fan, so I enjoyed the The Bedwetter. I often find myself bored by biographies and biopics; it takes a special life to be more interesting than the best fiction out there. But I like the lightness of the autobiographical chapters here, nicely interspersed with personal anecdotes about her public persona and her TV show (recently cancelled, boo).

One highlight is how she describes a coworker's penchant for exposing himself in the writer's room. Apparently professional comics are so jaded that they resort to the most crude and shocking things to get a laugh out of their peers. One day this person found a hairclip in the break room, clipped it to his penis, took a picture, and posted it in the break room with the note: "Did anyone lose a hairclip?"

If you don't find this funny, steer clear of The Bedwetter.