In 2003, Rodney Carrington released an album called "Nut Sack." Say what you will about the country comedian/crooner and his awful, lowest common denominator quiver of fart and fat jokes. Feel free to hate his rapid-fire sleaze, his flat-out unfunny jokes about killing nuns and orphans while drunk driving, his smug, self-satisfied grin, his race-baiting shtick, his gay-baiting shtick, his nasally singing voice, the bed-stain of a sitcom he starred in or the fact he made himself a millionaire by perpetuating the same tired "ignorant redneck" stereotype that's a cancer to the upstanding majority of Southerners. By all means, hate him for that, if anything. Hate him because Bill Hicks died and we're left with this doofus. Just don't say that naming an album "Nut Sack" isn't kind of hilarious.