Words fail me:

There is something about watching Saget perform his adult material for HBO -- after viewing a DVD set of the complete "sunny seventh season" of all "the fun and games, love and laughs," all the "remember-when joy" of "Full House."

Yes, that certainly must be something.

Actually, I once saw Bob Saget deliver a surprisingly dirty joke involving his four year old daughter, unauthorised calls to a 1-900 number, and spanking. And frankly, it's taken about six years of hard drugs to wipe the memory from my brain. Am I ready to brave the rapids once again? Let's set the DVR and see . . .

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