UPDATE — cops “rushed” to Carolla’s house this morning, guns drawn (for a false alarm) — which makes for a “nice” change from what happened before, I guess:
I vote we hijack this story and turn the comments into shared memories of pretending we were asleep on school nights and secretly listening to Loveline. At one point in my life, I thought Adam Carolla was the funniest man on the planet, Dr. Drew the smartest. And I secretly suspected everyone I met of being crazy sexual freakonauts, whatever that means when you’re 15. Thanks, Adam.
