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cupcakeable's review against another edition
2.0
Listened to the audio version. Despite the amount of talent assembled to perform various characters, this managed to be truly terrible. It felt like a notebook filled with ideas for sketches that no one bothered to flesh out. I did laugh a handful of times; plus you can do worse than to listen to Bob Odenkirk talk about just about anything. It's also very short. Hence the 2 stars instead of 1.
cojack's review against another edition
5.0
This won't be everyone's cup of tea, but I enjoyed it immensely. If you don't think Bob Odenkirk is funny and you don't like Mr. Show, you probably won't like this. Lots of short pieces and musings, many reading like Mr. Show skits. Perfect balance of social commentary, absurdism, and poop jokes.
radbear76's review against another edition
4.0
I listened to the audio version read by the author and others. At times I found myself laughing out loud and harder than I've laughed in a while. Some of the other stories I just chuckled at, and some I knew what the author was going for but it didn't make me laugh. Overall a worthwhile investment of time. Especially the preamble about why you shouldn't read this book on the toilet.
leighbeevee's review against another edition
4.0
3.5 stars. This was a quick read (or listen, because I figured the audiobook was the way to go on this one -- and it delivered) and there were moments when I did laugh out loud. But few of them. In general, I'm not a huge fan of word play as a comedic form, which is mostly what this book is. But I adore Bob Odenkirk, and I appreciate book for what it is. I'm looking forward to his upcoming memoir.
zeozombz's review against another edition
3.0
Interesting and funny in parts. While I actually laughed on several occasions and like the author as a writer and actor, this may not have been my cup of tea.
andtheitoldyousos's review against another edition
3.0
HEY! DO YOU LIKE TO BE SHOUTED AT BY BOB ODENKIRK AND HIS FRIENDS? BECAUSE BOY HOWDY, DO I HAVE THE BOOK FOR YOU!
Bob Odenkirk is one of the greatest shouters of all time. No one can bellow DAMN IT quite like him- a skill he’s been sharing with us for 30 years. When he isn’t the one yelling, he is busy writing shouts upon shouts. He is responsible for Chris Farley’s Matt Foley- you know, they guy in a VAN down by the RIVER, after all. He and David Cross gave us Mr. Show, one of the greatest sketch-comedy shows of all time. He’s also responsible for A Load of Hooey, a very short collection of very short scenes, sketches, and jokes. If you pick up the physical copy you also get to enjoy illustration by Tony Millionaire and chris c. (not a typo- that’s his style), but as delightful as their artwork is I MUST (look! more shouting!) recommend the audio-book.
Odenkirk is joined by his traditional coterie of comrades: David Cross, Jerry Minor, Brian Posehn, Jay Johnston, and another champion-level shouter, Paul F. Tompkins. Tompkins steals the show with some truly zany blustering throughout the recording. He’s out there. He’s also joined by Megan Amram; you may know her as a mastermind of Good Place food puns, and in Hooey she not only provides her spoken voice, but also a written introduction disguised as an etiquette manual.
Hooey is full of Odenkirk hallmarks: idiot politicians, horny old people, Jesus (and friends!), hating on the Beatles, and mis-credited “famous” quotes. I don’t think this is the best way to introduce yourself to the land of Odenkirk if you are not yet familiar, but if you are already a fan you will be delighted- but only briefly. This collection is VERY short. The audio-book clocked in at just over two hours (save your audible credits! check this out of your local library!) and man, it’s just too short. I wish there was more. Odenkirk breaks from the script during his “about the author” and “thanks” sections at the tail end, which provides a sweet salve but does not quite heal the burn. The three-star rating is soley based on how eensy weensy this adventure was.
Come for the shouting, stay for the poetry. I’ll let him take the lead:
“I was born in Berwyn, Illinois. At the time, the doctors declared, with deadpan gravitas, “Boy, six pounds, eight ounces.” I was circumcised and remain so, unable or unwilling to grow a fresh foreskin in the years since. Unable, actually, as I have tried—I’ve used creams and pills and all manner of massage, but it’s no use. Fresh foreskin forsakes me, it foils me, it fails to flower on the face of my glans. And that’s the final bit of poetry in this book.”
Bob Odenkirk is one of the greatest shouters of all time. No one can bellow DAMN IT quite like him- a skill he’s been sharing with us for 30 years. When he isn’t the one yelling, he is busy writing shouts upon shouts. He is responsible for Chris Farley’s Matt Foley- you know, they guy in a VAN down by the RIVER, after all. He and David Cross gave us Mr. Show, one of the greatest sketch-comedy shows of all time. He’s also responsible for A Load of Hooey, a very short collection of very short scenes, sketches, and jokes. If you pick up the physical copy you also get to enjoy illustration by Tony Millionaire and chris c. (not a typo- that’s his style), but as delightful as their artwork is I MUST (look! more shouting!) recommend the audio-book.
Odenkirk is joined by his traditional coterie of comrades: David Cross, Jerry Minor, Brian Posehn, Jay Johnston, and another champion-level shouter, Paul F. Tompkins. Tompkins steals the show with some truly zany blustering throughout the recording. He’s out there. He’s also joined by Megan Amram; you may know her as a mastermind of Good Place food puns, and in Hooey she not only provides her spoken voice, but also a written introduction disguised as an etiquette manual.
Hooey is full of Odenkirk hallmarks: idiot politicians, horny old people, Jesus (and friends!), hating on the Beatles, and mis-credited “famous” quotes. I don’t think this is the best way to introduce yourself to the land of Odenkirk if you are not yet familiar, but if you are already a fan you will be delighted- but only briefly. This collection is VERY short. The audio-book clocked in at just over two hours (save your audible credits! check this out of your local library!) and man, it’s just too short. I wish there was more. Odenkirk breaks from the script during his “about the author” and “thanks” sections at the tail end, which provides a sweet salve but does not quite heal the burn. The three-star rating is soley based on how eensy weensy this adventure was.
Come for the shouting, stay for the poetry. I’ll let him take the lead:
“I was born in Berwyn, Illinois. At the time, the doctors declared, with deadpan gravitas, “Boy, six pounds, eight ounces.” I was circumcised and remain so, unable or unwilling to grow a fresh foreskin in the years since. Unable, actually, as I have tried—I’ve used creams and pills and all manner of massage, but it’s no use. Fresh foreskin forsakes me, it foils me, it fails to flower on the face of my glans. And that’s the final bit of poetry in this book.”