Lenny Bruce was totally screwed out of his tits. I have a beat up Playboy Press copy of his autobiography How to Talk Dirty and Influence People. Here's a sample from page 1:
"Aunt Mema's Private Business, the portable bidet, was a large red-rubber bulb with a long black nozzle. I could never figure out what the hell it was for. I thought maybe it was an enema bag for people who lived in buildings with a super who wouldn't allow anyone to put up nails to hang things on; I wondered if it was the horn that Harpo Marx squeezed to punctuate his silent sentences."
Come to think of it, that's rather sane, isn't it?