Life
has been busy, albeit good-busy and not pull-your-hair-out-busy. I had my 24th birthday the other
day, and I worked from 7am to 7:30pm on it and went to bed pretty much as soon
as I got home. Ah, the joys of being an
adult.
I
will skip the lengthy introduction for this blog other
than to say this is a re-post from my old Myspace. People seemed to like it, so I figured it
would be of some interest here. The
story is about a Family Guy clip, which you can watch at the following link, or just click the youtube box below:
Usual
disclaimer: I don’t own this clip, it’s
not on my YouTube channel, and if it gets taken down, sorry.
Anyway, here is the story. Enjoy!
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Quite the other day, my friend Brad and I were watching a
rerun episode of Family Guy on Cartoon Network.
It was one of those nights when we definitely
should have been trying to sleep, seeing as it was 2:30 in the morning and
my biology lab was bright and early at 8:30, but being the typical college
students, sleep fell as a low priority.
This particular episode seemed particularly funny, be it the
lack of sleep or the fact I was blowing off studying for a quiz that was to
take place in a few hours. For anyone
who isn’t familiar with the show, the main character is an overweight,
sometimes—okay, usually—idiotic, impulsive man named Peter. Kind of like Homer from the Simpsons. Almost exactly like him, but I’ll leave that
for another time. Anyway, Peter is in
some sort of irritating situation and he says, “Man, I haven’t been this peeved
since the time I got stuck behind Robert Losier at the airport.”
Another scene cuts up.
An attendant behind a counter is facing a white-haired man, who is at
the front of a line. Peter is right
behind him.
“Can I have your name?” the attendant asks.
“Yes. Robert Loseir,”
the man says in a way that fills the volume of his body.
“Can you spell that for me?”
“Certainly,” Robert replies.
“R, as in ‘Robert Losier.’ O, as
in ‘Oh my God, it’s Robert Losier! B, as
in, ‘By God, that’s Robert Losier!’” By
now, Peter is tapping his foot impatiently.
“E, as in ‘Everybody loves Robert Losier.’ R, as in ‘Robert Losier.’ T, as in ‘Tim, look over there—it’s Robert
Losier!’ Space. L, as in, ‘Look, it’s Robert Losier!’”
Peter groans and the scene cuts away.
It was funny, I’ll give it that, but it shouldn’t have been that funny. Brad and I were nearly in tears of laughter.
The next day, we were hanging out after work, doing nothing
in preparation for the weekend. It had
been a long day, and I was pretty tired, as was he, so we weren’t really
talking much. Finally, after a few
minutes of silence between us, he turned to me.
“What are you thinking about, Bryan?” he asked.
For some unknown reason, last night’s humor drifted into my
head. “Robert Losier,” I replied, and we
both cracked a smile.
The differences arose when I kept finding it funny and he
didn’t after a while. “What was your
test over today?” Robert Losier. “Who were you hanging out with last
night?” Robert Losier. “Did you find someone that was willing to
give us a ride tomorrow?” Yes, it’s
Robert Losier. You get the idea.
The truth is, neither of us had any idea who the heck Robert
Losier was. But I kept throwing his name
into every opportunity I could. When it
seemed Brad was about ready to kill me, I let up on it a bit, but when we went
up to Cleveland that weekend to see his friends, I revived it with them.
I even made up a second half of the sketch—technically, all
we got of his name was Robert L. After
some consideration, I decided it was spelled L-O-S-I-E-R and I went with
that.
“L as in, ‘Look, it’s Robert Losier!’ O, as in, ‘Oh my God, will you shut up about
Robert Losier?’ S, as in ‘Stop talking
about Robert Losier.’ I, as in, ‘It’s
Robert Losier.’ E, as in, ‘Everybody still
loves Robert Losier.’ R, as in…
rat.” Even though the entire thing took
about five minutes to go through, it was worth it. Brad’s friends loved it, while at the same
time Brad looked as though he were about to deck me right then and there.
Every time we had a chance to use Robert Losier that
weekend, we did. And when there are five
of you, that’s pretty damn often. It
started to get old even to me by the end of that weekend.
On Sunday night, Brad and I came back down to Columbus, and
my dad drove us from my house back to campus.
We were telling him about the weekend, during which we’d been to the
Cleveland Auto Show and had quite a few other adventures.
Suddenly, I asked a question. “Hey Dad, there’s this guy a TV show made fun
the other night called Robert Losier. Do
you have any idea who he is?”
“Robert Losier…” Dad said, rolling the name around his mouth
and thinking. “How do you spell that?”
I don’t think it could have been more perfect.
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Anybody
know who this Robert Losier is, anyway?
Put it in the comments!
That's what I call the Letterman Principle. Once is funny, twice is ok, three times is getting annoying, but FIFTEEN TIMES is on-the-floor hysterical. Dave Letterman used to fixate on some word or phrase and use it throughout a show or repeatedly during the season and it had a similar effect:)
ReplyDeleteI forgot and am too lazy to scroll up. What's that last name again?
ReplyDeleteIT'S LOGGIA! He had a good part in the mini series Wild Palms and plays lawyer or senator types as a guest in a lot of series.
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