This new TV show was being pushed quite heavily this weekend.
I was a bit taken aback at first, but I suppose I shouldn't be so naive.
I'm envisioning at least 2 spin off possibilities that should give ample opportunity for much guffawing & tittering.
1. Unemployed: Where we follow the wacky adventures of a formerly well paid middle manager as he navigates the maze of unemployment benefits while growing accustomed to life as a McD's drive thru server.
2. Homeless: Which follows the same middle manager's descent into humor Hell. The season opener will show him as the pressure of dissolution causes him to snap and he begins delivering violent anti-corporate tirades through the soap box of his drive thru microphone.
Customer: "Hi. Yeah, I'd like a double cheeseburger, fries, a large shake and..."
Our hero: "Fuck you."
Customer; "Excuse me, it sounded like you said fu..."
Our hero: "You heard me you capitalist shill feeding at the bloated tittie of a dysfunctional & unsustainable society, shoveling masses of cheap flavored gristle into your voracious maw. You & your tubby overfed belly is little more than a metaphor for our tubby overfed society."
Customer: "Look buddy, I just want a cheesebur..."
Our hero: "Want, want, want, that's all you motherfuckers have are more & more wants, isn't it? You sicken me, you pus filled wanker. I'll give you a goddamn cheeseburger. Just give me a minute to scrape some of my ass cheese onto your burger, and I'll be out to ram it down your piggly wiggly American throat...."
The manager: "Bob, what are you doing with that cheeseburger, & why are your pants down?"
Our hero: "Fuck off ya little turd. I have a cheeseburger to deliver to little Mr. whiner-boy. Then I've got something special for you ya pussified little punk. As a matter of fact I have a whole clip of special somethings for you...."
Our hero exits.
The manager: "Helen, call the police. Bob is being a very very very bad boy."
Our hero, brandishing a 9 mm & a skid mark encrusted hamburger, approaches his customer.
Our hero: "C'mere bitch. It's time to put your feed bag on."
At this point, 4 police cruisers enter lot &, after more guffaw inducing banter, Bob is dutifully tazered & bustled off to the nearest mental ward.
Bob's physical twitching & high pitched keening wail is found to be a particular audience favorite which finds a permanent home on UTube.
Bob's stay in Ward 9 is mercifully cut short due to his utter lack of medical insurance, and the public health system's utter lack of funding.
Subsequent episodes follow him as he wanders the streets muttering unintelligible harangues at passers-by while weeing in his pants or digging half rotted food out of dumpster bins.
Eventually, Bob is reduced to such a state of laugh inducing despair that he wanders in front of an approaching semi, and is crushed under its wheels.
The logo on the truck's side is, quite amusingly, the same as Bob's old company.
When this is shown the studio audience laughs until they wet themselves en masse.