It’s okay if you don’t “get” Bob’s Burgers. I’m here to help.

Look. I understand. You’re having a problem … a problem relating to Bob’s Burgers.

You don’t get the dry wit.

You think the animation is hurky-jerky, poorly done.

You can’t relate to the characters. Eldest daughter Tina is a pubescent Debbie Downer. Bob’s wife, Linda,  can be downright annoying, daughter Louise even more so in the “every time she opens her mouth” vein of annoying. You would like to take Gene’s cheesy keyboard and knock his lights out with it every time he puts his finger on that “Woof!” sound byte.

Lastly, Bob … “Does he really have to talk that way?” you ask yourself.

And the stories? Well to you they’re not only sophomoric, but they border on piffle you’d no sooner sweep out the side door than try to make sense of. Am I right? Huh? Am I right?

Of course I’m right.

(Oh, and by the by, you gals and guys out there who are all over Bob’s Burgers like it’s your job? After you read this, you can post any points to ponder which might lend enlightenment to the folks that don’t get this show, ‘kay? After all, this is an interactive post and I’m not about to slough off any assistance which might come along and be helpful, so please, chime in as you see fit.)

Anywho … this is the way you’re taking Bob’s Burgers in, isn’t it? Your highly-tuned system, with it’s propensity for high-brow comedy or Big Bang Theory nerd humor, doesn’t quite jive given the strange vibes that get tossed your way with this show. I get that. You can’t understand anyone finding this stuff so damned funny in the first place. What I need to do is reprogram you into seeing the Hillary-arious side of the show without trying to either: 1) Wrap your head around the inanity of it all, causing you further confusion; 2) Keep you from reaching for the remote in frustration; or, 3) Get you to calm that right-brain ADD tendency you’ve been developing over the last few months.

And here’s how I’m going to do it. I want you to relax … shake out any negative energy from your neck, down your shoulders, through your arms and into your hands. Now shake those hands. Shake’em … hard! That will get rid of all that bad mojo you have stored inside you.

Now get comfortable … and I mean really comfortable. Roll your neck and loosen it up a bit. Straighten your back … stop slouching! (Didn’t your mother teach you to sit up straight?!) And your mind is relaxed too … right? Good. Good.

I have you completely at ease now, so I want you to read the line below, straight from the lips of Bob Belcher himself, directly from last night’s show. I guarantee you’ll finally find the humor.

Ready? Here we go:

“Don’t do sphincter tightening exercises in my restaurant … !!!”

There you go! I see you … you’re laughing!

See? Don’t you feel better now? I’m very happy for you. Now go here, catch up on anything you’ve missed … then come back, post a comment or two and let me hear those success stories.

Clacked by Michael Noble
on Feb 15, 2011 @ 03:18 EST5EDT