are going. Who would ever want to know that? A psychopath? But then other comedians and myself sort of simultaneously realized, 'Oh: jokes.'?" He started getting responses, notably from Irish producer Graham Linehan, who set the ball rolling on his career by hiring him as a consultant for one of his shows. * "My guess is someone retweeted me into his feed," De-laney says. "And I would like to suckle that person with my nectar," he says. "I would like to lactate love into their body." In case you haven't noticed, the body and its functions are to De-laney what water lilies were to Monet. On Twitter, most of his missives involve his penis and the unusual places he'd like to put it (pizzas, dogs, old ladies), farts, burps, and the myriad possibilities of the human body. "Just put an entire frozen chicken up my ass," he wrote this spring, then clarified he was kidding. "It was just the drumstick." "In real life, I am alarmingly boring," De-laney insists. His wife of six years, whom he met doing volunteer work at a special-needs camp, is pregnant with their second child. "She knows that, like some painters like to paint with a certain color, one of my favorite colors is silly sex jokes." And that underneath this stream of ribald humor lies a social-activist streak. "It makes me sad that corporations and media and Hollywood conspire to make people feel terrible about their bodies from the second they wake up," he