Ryan Stout tends to say the wrong thing. In exactly the right way. Exploring morally repugnant subject matter with smart and sterile objectivity, his delightful insincerity and self-righteousness make this wickedly witty album exactly that - witty and wicked. To assure his brand of "offensive humor" stays on an intellectual level, he generally keeps profanity out of his act. That doesn't mean he won't talk about sexual assault or abortion - but for God's sake, it won't be filthy.