I was pretty disappointed. I had heard a good deal of buzz about this film and the whole story of this seemingly simple joke with mysterious origins that had become almost mythologized, intrigued me. I felt like some of them (particularly Bob Saget, who in recent years, seems so incredibly desperate to shed his much-maligned Danny Tanner-squeaky clean image, he at times borders on psychosis.. no, wait, it’s because of all the Charlie White he snorted off the ass of that hooker!! That one time, at the Chateau Marmont, back in ’92!!) took the horse farther and farther away from the farm, deep into the land of necrophilia, incest and dookie, then proceeded to flog it incessantly. Leaving poor Phyllis Diller to clean up the carcass afterward.