Imagine a life where all you did, every waking moment, was devoted to guiltless pursuit of your baser and own self-serving needs.

 Don't worry about your neighbor, family or the people you come in contact with. All you need concern yourself with is whether you are getting everything you think you deserve while putting forth as little effort as possible to achieve those goals.

It's all about taking the easy path, hitting that big Lotto number, not worrying about anything else but does your butt look fat in those jeans.

Sound familiar? Well, it should because if it doesn't, then it means you have not been watching “It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia,” you selfish ass.

The show airs at 9 p.m. Thursdays on FX and is one hell of a comedy. It does not do anything smart or change the genre of comedy TV or break ground in a TV medium long plagued by mediocre shows.

It's just really damned funny.

Dennis and Deandra Reynolds and Rob McElhenney and Charlie Kelly are four friends in Philly who run the bar Paddy's Pub. They each are a psychiatrist's dream and nightmare.

All have extreme forms of low self-esteem that usually, by episode's end, bring about a group-healing quality that serves up selfish pride as the happy ending we all wanted.

Like the time (my favorite episode) when a businessman from Israel buys the building next to their bar and tells them his property line extends into their bar and they have to demolish the bar.

So while Deandra kidnaps the dude's dog, the guys pretend to be Middle Eastern terrorists and make a jihad tape to get him to leave. When that doesn't work out, they go with the original plan of throwing a bag of dog poop at the new owner's building, which then explodes because of a gas leak and all ends well.

Stupid people, improbable solutions, ignorant means, but lovable morons, that's what these kids give us.

But no show works without a cleanup guy, the person on the show who guides its spirit and molds its direction, like Kramer from “Seinfeld.” For “It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia,” that would be Danny DeVito, aka Frank Reynolds, the possible father of Dennis and Dee and maybe Charlie.

DeVito complements this show like an olive complements vodka. He has not been this funny since “Taxi.” If you are asking yourself, “.‘Taxi?' What the hell is ‘Taxi?'.” Well, you're either very young or very stupid. In my experience, there is little difference.