I just spent my lunch break trying to find a video of Sarah Silverman that wasn’t entirely bleeped out…but then realized that wouldn’t do the outrageously filthy, surprisingly sweet comedian any justice. She has that big smile, and then — wham — she’s singing about "F*cking Matt Damon," or riffing on September 11 or the Holocaust. For one of her latest projects, new memoir The Bedwetter, she talks candidly about wetting her bed until the age of 16 (watch the clip below), then delves into sex, drugs, and other celeb memoir fare. But she also has a very endearing chapter about her (equally funny) father, and the "voicemail gold" he leaves on her cell phone.

But Sarah will probably fill you in when she comes to the Moore Theatre on April 8 at 10pm. Tickets ($30) go on sale Saturday, February 12, at tickets.com or stgpresents.org.