Chacun a Son Gout... I S'pose

I'm not even talking about tattoos here because, bleh, they're just disgusting. I'm talking about the fact that today marks Adam Carolla's debut behind Howard Stern's storied microphone, and I find the fact that he was chosen as Stern's replacement as sad, sad, sad. Perhaps you've seen Carolla. He's frickin' everywhere, late of The Man Show, Loveline and most recently Too Late with Adam Carolla, Crank Yankers, Drawn Together and that show on the Discovery Channel (insert your own joke about monkeys fucking here).

Now I'm not a gigantic Stern fan, but I get what it is people like about him. And I know finding someone to take his place will be tough. Still. Adam Carolla? The man is a blight. He's not funny. He's not innovative. He's not outrageous. He's just ubiquitous. And I have no idea why.


Does anyone? Really. I'm serious. Yes, I know complaining about "not getting" a pop culture icon makes me the asshole, but come on! What is it about this nasal-toned over-sized Eddie Munster that makes him appealing? As always, your thoughts on the matter are appreciated, and if you can come up with a convincing enough response, in the spirit of the Man Show, I'll send Renee over to your home to jump on a trampoline for you.