When you’re tired of all the social correctness and polite curtsies, when you’re done with appeasing the psychoanalytical ego and want to give your Id a taste of freedom – that’s when you turn to a roast. There have been many over the years, and the burns delivered on those stages have been hotter than a chimpanzee in heat. Here are some that really went for the jugular.
Jala diya BC!