Dear Full House,
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yoooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to say that. How have we been on the air for so fucking long? 8 years? You have got to be shitting me.
Has anyone ever even watched our show? I’ve laid better cable in a Taco Bell bathroom! I’ve never seen so much homo-erotic, metaphorical ass-play between three grown men who are not actively fucking each other. I mean, this is San Francisco. If we’re going to be gay for each other, then we should be gay for each other. I assure you, it wouldn’t be a problem.
Also, those little devil twins have been getting on my tits since the week we started. Every time either of those dark minions smiles, I get the sudden urge to eviscerate a beagle puppy in front of their big, dumb anime eyes till giant cartoon tears roll down their faces and they run away screaming.
How did I end up starring in the most wholesome show on TV? Have you not seen my stand-up? It is fucking foul! I either have the best agent in the business or you dumbshit producers never gave a rip enough to check out my act. Well, guess I can retire now. If I ever come back and host some insipid program where we show nothing but rednecks getting hit in the nuts with footballs, somebody put me out of my fucking misery, already; you’ll have my permission.
Alright, shitsticks. This is Saget signing off.
Peace! I’m out!