I’m new to the Patton Oswalt bandwagon, but I think I’m going to stay here for life. One spin of his latest, Lollipops and Werewolves, and I knew that I had found my new Bill Hicks. Funny, remorseless and corrosively foul, Oswalt is funny in ways that I haven’t heard someone be funny since, well, Hicks. This routine, which pokes fun at a certain fast food item, is much better on the CD, since you get a complete jingoistic song at the end, but this’ll do in a pinch. Buy the album. Now.
