Your monthly visitor, Sarah Silverman, brings her friends to Largo once again for the holiday edition of her usual folderol and fricker-frackin. Once every 30 days, she effortlessly demonstrates how she is, in fact, in possession of absolutely some of the finest timing of any comic working today. This isn't to say that she wouldn't walk in on you in the bathroom by accident, nor is it to say that some of the finest timing means that she hits bull's-eyes with flaming spears at 300 yards every single time. It is to say that comic” “friends” Jeffrey Ross, Dax Shepard, Chelsea Paretti and tonight's “special musical guest” are but icing on the cake of a night of comedy from the woman who slept with a black God, conquered her late-stage bed-wetting and won this writer over with her wit in the most shocking development since someone found Hitler's nephews.

Mon., Dec. 20, 7:30 p.m., 2010

LA Weekly