Imagine being one of the best living comedians of your generation that even young women in 2017 knew who you were and laughed at your comedy. And then you get a little too big for your britches and start blocking doors with your small penis at the exact time when people were using twitter as a tell-all confessional for traumatizing experiences. Bye-bye bitch. No more money for you, you fat red-headed mexican. Except wait, you're actually so goddamn good at standup that it only takes maybe two years before you're selling out Madison Square Garden again. Wow what a comeback. Maybe comedy still has a chance at not sucking absolute fucking ass... oh what's that? He accepted blood money to perform for slave owning princes in the shittiest example of a vaguely post-Wahhabist monarchist society with one of the most dogshit track records in modern history? Oh... well, was Bill Burr there?