​In Ryan Stout's CD, "Touché," Stout seems pompous and emotionlessly logical like a cold-hearted, mad scientist – except instead of surgically attaching a Japanese guy to two hot chicks, Ryan tells intelligent jokes about buttsex.

Most of Ryan Stout’s jokes are less than moral, but they are so logically perfect that I have to enjoy the sheer efficiency of their architecture. His jokes are like mind-candy that taste good on your brain’s tongue but clog the arteries of your soul. Works for me: I love Apollonian comedy and don’t use my soul anyway.

It’s not nice to make fun of midgets, but I can’t argue with Ryan when he says they’d probably freeze in extreme cold faster than regular-sized people. I don’t like singling out people for missing a limb, but Ryan is right that one-armed people are great to sit next to on a flight.

Certainly, some people would get offended by Ryan Stout, and if you’re offended by anything, I can’t recommend him. But for people who aren’t delicate and stupid, check out Touché.