I watched a “comedy” special the other night. It was a Bob Saget standup piece.
Ok, Full House and America’s Funniest Home Videos were not indicative of Saget’s style of comedy. I get that. I’ve seen a few clips of him doing standup in CA, and they were actually pretty funny. He has tried hard to distance himself from the “family humor” he is known for (see his cameo on Entourage, and his role in Dumb and Dumberer). I get that too.
This show was fucking awful. I mean seriously bad, like bad enough that I was practically angry after a while. Did I mention that I suffered through the first half hour of this only? Did I laugh? No, not even once. It was as forced a performance as I have ever seen in my life. It was sad, but at the same time, I was very upset with either the person that made BS (hah!) do such a thing, or BS himself for thinking that any of that material was even remotely funny.
This isn’t in the Pit because I can’t do justice to the vitriol that deserves to be spat on this show. I find myself speechless. My roommate teased me about having TiVo’d it, and I said “C’mon, I’ve seen a few of his sets that killed. It can’t be that bad.” I was so wrong that I should punch myself. However, the fact that my arms are attached to my body restricts me from getting up the necessary momentum needed to deliver a punch that would fit my level of wrongness.
I’m sure that the second half hour is the funniest thing ever recorded on tape, but I’m willing to live without it.
If I were to ever encounter Bob Saget IRL, which by my calculations are nigh impossible, I’d need to have a plan so that I could deal with the situation appropriately. I’m thinking that any time I enter an airport, I should carry a note with me. I would give this note to BS, and walk away quickly. He would get the message, and I’d have a greatly reduced urge to slap him in the mouth.
The note might read:
Dear Mr. Saget,
Wait. I need to be honest here. Replace Mr. with asshole. This note has been given to you in lieu of me kicking you repeatedly in the penis. What was it like to work with John Stamos and Dave Coulier? Sorry, I digress. Back to me wanting to hurt you genitally. Wait, you already have daughters. Damnit! Your DNA has been passed on, and it’s too late to keep you from infecting the gene pool.
So, I watched your comedy special on HBO. Yeah, that’s right, I’m one of those people that are very upset with you. Good thing for you though, I only watched half of it. From what I’ve heard, the people that were forced to watch it all are seeking blood.
As you know, my time during that half hour could have been better spent in many ways. I could have been forcibly sodomized, stabbed repeatedly, set on fire, shot in the face, or even gotten a good caning in. No, I had to waste my time by watching your show. There’s enough suffering in the world, and you have to add to it? Consider joining the USO tour, maybe then your “comedy” can be labeled a war crime.
Anyways, as you read this, I have stolen your limo using your name, and a fake ID. I have also informed the local PETA chapter that you’re here to hunt and kill small animals for use as coin purses. They should be here soon. The DEA people are looking for a condom full of Oxycontin in your bowels, don’t worry, they wear gloves. The guys in the cab behind you? Oh, they’re just the Yakuza. I told them about the heroin shipment that you told the DEA about. Those dudes have no sense of humor!
Anyways, the special sucked, and if you’re lucky, you’ll live long enough to make amends. If not, well, sorry about your luck.