Rufus would trust Larry to call plays any day over Bill Callahan.
(Born Feb. 17, 1963 in Pawnee City) Larry the Cable Guy, through a Southern hillbilly accent, preaches like a tobacco-chewing preacher the Nebraska ethos of hard work to redneck deadbeats around the country. That value is “Git-R-Done.”
Don’t be lazy. Don’t let it sit around until someone else does it. Give two shits about whether it’s done in the first place. Git-R-Done!
Like Rufus, Larry TCG is from a small farming community tucked relatively far away from civilization. Rufus’s is named after a saint, his after Indians we killed a long time ago and named a city after them.
When Rufus was getting himself educated in college, him and his buddies would listen to this really bad morning radio show out of Omaha, but the highlight would be hanging around to hear if Larry would make an appearance, start a monologue with “What is this, Russia?”, and scream “Git-r-done” in so many different voices, you could listen to it for at least seconds.
Then, he got success (good for him), went national (good for his wallet) and Rufus never wanted to hear the phrase “Git-R-done” again. Unfortunately, Larry TCG was drawn into the lame Jeff Foxworthy group of unfunny observationalists, and his hick sensibilities and humor were downgraded to redneck sensibilities and humor, soon to be downgraded to hillbilly sensibilities and humor. But make no mistake: Larry TCG was funny.
And you have to be funny to be from Pawnee City. Tucked in south-central Nebraska (a.k.a. the Hood), Pawnee City is 0-for-2 in Rufus’s eyes. The first time Rufus visited Pawnee City, it was in high school with a friend who was trying to get laid via this girl he knew in Pawnee City. We both spent the night sleeping on the floor and not making moves on the girls that were there because we were pussies.
The second time was more memorable and Rufus scored a direct hit. En route to report on a high school basketball game, Employed Rufus was driving a big-ass Lincoln or maybe a Buick. Whatever it was, it was big and American. As I’m speeding down the highway to make it to the game on time, two deer decided to jump out in front of me to say hello. Two smashed deer, one smashed car (that was still in good driving condition despite being wrecked) and a half-hour later, Employed Rufus finally made it to the Pawnee City school gym (their mascot is, surprise, the Indians) to take pictures of a lame basketball game. One of the parents whose kid played on the team also drove to Pawnee City and thanked Employed Rufus for being there on time. Dick.
Don’t hate Larry TCG because he’s overexposed, because unfunny people ride his coattails, because his movies are also not funny. Get to know the real Larry who’s witty and observant. You can find him in the little “What’s on My Mind” snippet on his website. Sometimes his comedy is better when you don’t hear it coming out of his mouth.
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