Mild racsim aside, the real laughs are Lewis C K’s spin on child molesters. To take that chance they do, child molesting must be really really good.
We had one of them on our block when I was a teenager who was, get this, the head psychologist of the Milwaukee School system.
He had a front porch on the corner to sit and hang out with our friends, he let us drive his car before we were 16, bought us beer before we were 18 and took us all on fun camping trips. I leaned to play him getting all those goodies while keeping my distance. It was not traumatic for me in any sense, in fact I still think fondly of the old guy who so suddenly moved out of state. In fact it was a good experience for I learned a great lesson in my subsequent life dealing with women. Experiencing the relentless come-ons myself, I learned to respect a no meaning no.