by Larry the Cable Guy

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Git-R-Done is chock-full of fart jokes and straight talk about America. I sat down one day and said to myself, “Larry, you’ve done it all. You’ve got three gold records, a successful DVD, a hit TV show, a picture of Shania Twain givin’ ya the finger, and most important, the high score on Frogger. What more could you possibly do?” Then I started thinking about writing a book. I wanted mostly to write Git-R-Done for all those good Americans who just wanna laugh like I do.

Come on inside and hear me make fun of Janet Reno, Rosie O’Donnell, and my fat sister, who caused a twelve-tray pileup in front of the caramel nut rolls at the country buffet. I’m gonna tell you why Dick Trickle is my hero, why we need to get back to good ol’ common sense, and why I prefer a picture of the Last Supper with NASCAR drivers as the disciples over just about anything.

Lord, I apologize!

The book will go down in history as one of America’s most important events since the breakup of Aldo Nova. Even my mom liked the book—here’s what she said: “There’s really not much I can say here except for I apologize to everyone ahead of time for the crap you are about to read.” Git-R-Done is just plain funny, I don’t care who ya are!

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307337573
Publisher: Crown/Archetype
Publication date: 10/11/2005
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 288
File size: 297 KB

About the Author

Larry the Cable Guy is one of America’s funniest—and most successful—stand-up comedians, appearing solo and as part of the Blue Collar Comedy Tour. Larry’s debut CD, Lord, I Apologize (2001), was in the top 20 on the comedy charts for nearly two full years and has been RIAA-certified gold. In 2003, a Comedy Central airing of Blue Collar Comedy Tour: The Movie was the highest-rated movie in the network’s history. A year later, Larry released Larry the Cable Guy: Git-R-Done on DVD, which sold more than a million and a half copies, and since then he’s become part of the highly rated television show Blue Collar TV. His latest CD, The Right to Bare Arms, is the only comedy album ever to debut at number one on the country charts, where it stayed for four weeks, and is also RIAA-certified gold. Git-R-Done is his first book.

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Chapter 1


WELL, HERE WE GO. This is the first book I've written since 1975, when I was in the 7th grade and wrote Boogers Are Good Eatin'. Regardless of the title, that 27-page pamphlet earned me a C+ as well as several ass beatings from the class bully.

When they approached me to do this, I thought there's no way I could possibly find the time. I have all these other projects. I have a CD to put out. I have my tour schedule. I have to get a lawyer in Florida to help me fight the Supreme Court so I can keep the air hose in my blowup doll. So little time.

But after several days of . . . meditation . . . medication . . . masturbation! That's it! I not only decided to do it, I promised myself that this book would make Boogers Are Good Eatin' look like a seventh grader's pamphlet.

Set the bar high, that's what I always say.

I figure the thing most people want to know about me--other than how I keep my ass so muscular and hard--would be how I came by the name Larry the Cable Guy, and how I started doing social commentaries for radio stations across the country. Good questions, so let me get into this incredible story full of intrigue and dick jokes. (I'm glad no one is askin' about that time I was sodomized by Dick Van Patten.)

Since I don't want to waste your time with that boring "good old days" crap, I'll give ya a brief summary of how I came about in this world. My dad was a preacher; my mom ran the Tilt-a-Whirl at the fair. Somehow they met, had some teeth fixed, and got married.

I was born in 1963, as a C-section baby. I was born in section C of a Waylon Jennings concert! My dad thought they had good seats until my mom's water broke. They were great parents and the only blemish was when my dad beat me after reading my 7th-grade pamphlet Boogers Are Good Eatin'.

I started doin' stand-up comedy in 1985 right after I blew out my knee doing porno movies. Speakin' of the porno industry, there's a drive-in porno theater next to my log trailer here in Florida. It's pretty big. They call it the Herpes Simplex 2. Last week I went there to see a double feature, Red Patch Adams and Citizen Cankor. Before the second feature, I got arrested for car jacking!!!

(Already this is either the funniest book you've ever read or the dumbest, and I know it ain't the dumbest if you've read Boogers Are Good Eatin' or Al Franken's last book.)

OK, time to fess up: I actually didn't work in the porn industry. I blew out my knee tripping over an Alice Does Anal tape while runnin' for the phone.

Which reminds me . . . I used to date a girl named Alice. I met her at Hooters. She was really unique. She didn't have big boobs, but she could turn her head in a circle just like an owl.

But enough about Alice (isn't that an old Glen Campbell song?), let's get back to my story.

In 1991 there was a radio station in Tampa called 95 YNF. It was an awesome station that at the time no one could touch in the ratings. The station had hired a good buddy of mine, a comedian, to be a sidekick. He called me one day and said he needed some friends to call in and do some comedy.

I wanted to do this so bad that I had the phone checked on the top of the pole. Every day I would climb up and down it just to be heard by households across the bay.

I started callin' in as Iris, an old Jewish woman from Boca Raton. She was a fun character to impersonate until my throat started hurting from doin' her raspy voice all the time. I then became alarmed when I suddenly found myself stealing food and Sweet'N Low packets from buffets; I also developed this obsession with playing bingo and started askin' strange questions like who was running for the condo board.

And I didn't even own a condo.

I had to do something. I tried changin' my character's name from Iris to Rose. Unfortunately, I was still using that same raspy voice, so I ran into the same problems except for one thing: Rose didn't like Sweet'N Low.

For the next few months I would do all these different characters for the station. Some I rated as pretty good: the Fartin' Retard (pure genius), Cowman, Pigman, and various queer voices. Some came out pretty bad: Penis Pete, the Human Turd (that could have been funny if just given a chance), and various queer voices.

I could never find one I really could put my heart into until I realized I could call in as myself if I just changed my name. WOW! What a brilliant concept! Be myself and change my name! Y'all are probably already asking how I could possibly get away with that, right? Let's read on!

To understand how I came up with my name, y'all first need a little background on how I grew up. Ya know, when I did the Blue Collar Tour, I was the only guy there that wasn't born in the South. I was the only guy that wasn't born with the accent. And I was the only guy that had auditioned for Hustler on Ice.

I was, however, the only guy on the tour that actually grew up on a farm and lived the life.

My parents raised me on a pig farm outside a little town called Pawnee City, Nebraska. Ya might say it was a small town. The city hall came up to my chin. Pawnee City had around 1,200 people at the time. However, if ya counted critters, we would have been only a little smaller than China. But since we're not countin' critters . . . But come to think of it, Mildred Green could have counted as a critter considering she had more body hair than most collie dogs, so let's put the population at around 1,199.

Anyway, to make a long story even longer, I grew up in this town doin' most things country boys my age do: ridin' horses, feedin' cattle, lettin' the dog lick peanut butter off your privates . . .

I know. That sounds disgustin' but, hey, gimme a break! There were only 12 girls in my whole class. Besides, I was young and needed the money. I do regret the peanut butter thing, though. I can just see that turnin' up on TV one day and ruinin' my career:


The other boys in Pawnee City hunted a lot. I was never that big a hunter. Don't get me wrong, I love to hunt; I just never have time. When I was a kid, I did get a BB gun after I got confirmed, and my dad said to only shoot what I wanted to eat. So I went out and shot my neighbors' redheaded daughter in the ass. Hey, I was hungry for some pumpkin' pie, by God! Nothin' wrong with a little dessert for the holidays.

I do like to hog hunt a little down at the country bar after 2 a.m., but ya don't need guns for them girls. Just put a couple of oatmeal creams in your pockets and they follow ya around like you're the fat girl Willard.

I don't know what my point is here. I just love the sound of the phrase "fat girl Willard"!

Like I said earlier, I never actually grew up in the South, but I've always loved everything about that part of the country. I love the people, the food, the weather, the way the girls talk to ya when they're moving their fingers seductively through your back hair at the strip club on Fridays (totally nude by the way after 10).

I actually acquired my accent back in '79 when I moved from Nebraska to Sanford, Florida. Since I grew up around livestock and Mildred Green, I automatically gravitated to the farm kids. They all sounded like they had just come from a Dukes of Hazzard casting call. I've always been a dialect chameleon, so I started speaking with a thick accent. From that point on it was my way of speech and I love it. Don't get me wrong: I can come in and out of it anytime I want; I just feel more comfortable in a southern dialect.

The cool thing is my family actually has a strong connection to the South. A great-great grandpa (there might be another great in there, I'm not sure) offered a gun and a horse to anyone that would join the Confederacy back in '64. Who cares if it was 1964. Give the guy a break. He had Alzheimer's and thought he was Jefferson Davis.

I know, ya think that's sad. Well, how do ya think I felt havin' to empty Jefferson Davis's bedpan every night?

When I went to college at Baptist University of America in Decatur, Georgia, my roommates were from Beaumont, Texas, and Dalton, Georgia. They pretty much frosted the dialect cake for me. By the end of my college years I sounded like a roadie for the Marshall Tucker Band.

I had a blast in college. I had a double major. Everyone had to major in Bible Studies and one other thing. My one other thing was looking at Andrea Koler's titties. (Lord, I apologize.) By the end of the school year I could quote the entire book of Luke AND get a bra off with 2 fingers in under 11 seconds.

Those were the days.

So now ya know a little bit about where I grew up and how I acquired my accent. That brings us to how I created my next character for 95 YNF, the guy who was really myself only with a different name (man, this is getting complicated).

This is how it happened: I was sitting on the couch at home watching Three's Company and wishing I was Jack Tripper when my phone rang. It was my buddy from the radio station. He said they had been waiting on some cable guy to call them for a few days but they hadn't heard from him. So he asked me to call in and pretend to be the cable guy.

At the time I did a five-minute bit in my act about a cable installer coming to your house. I never thought of doin' it on the radio, mostly because I was tryin' to get my voice back from impersonating that old Jewish woman character. I also still had two months probation left after goin' down to the dinner theater, stripping naked, and sticking my wiener in between my legs to taunt Rosie O'Donnell.

But after much thought and half a bottle of Jim Beam, I agreed to call in the next day. That night I wrote out a bit where I would do social commentary as the cable guy. Then I went to bed and dreamt I was Jack Tripper nailing both roommates while Mr. Furley was at the Regal Beagle spreading rumors about me being a homosexual.

I'll never forget my first time on the air. Just before the phone call my stomach got upset from the seven bowls of Cap'n Crunch I had consumed the night before. I was miserable the whole morning. I could have pooped through a screen door and not touched a wire. However, throughout all the complications from the Captain and his crunch berries, I persevered through three minutes of radio hilarity.

I really can't remember right now what exactly I talked about; evidently it was funny enough, 'cause they asked me to do it again. In the beginning, I just introduced myself as the cable guy and never really attached a first name with it. When someone finally asked me to give one, I didn't want to use my real first name; I just popped out with Larry. That was kinda easy. Lawrence was my middle name, taken from my grandma.

I know. It's weird havin' a grandma named Larry, but just think how her mom, Earl, felt.

Names from the old days were weird. I've actually met old dudes named Connie and Sue. Back in the day, Bertha and Mildred were really popular names. I've never met anyone under 75 who was named either one of those, but I bet there used to be a Bertha that was a piece of ass. Somewhere back in 1932, I'm sure there was some pathetic sumbitch rubbin' one out while thinkin' about Mabel and Mildred and Bertha. The antique Charlie's Angels.

Today, ya wouldn't think of a Bertha bein' hot. You never see a sexy Mildred or Bertha. I'm sure I'll never be watching the country music awards over at my brother's log trailer and hear the announcer say, "And now here are the nominees for female country singer of the year: Faith Hill, Shania Twain, and Bertha Cramps." It just wouldn't sound right.

Back in 1932, I'm sure Bertha Cramps was turnin' heads left and right. Nowadays, though, she's that fat old lady wearin' the hairnet and servin' up mac and cheese in the lunchroom.

But gettin' back to my grandma, ya know, the one I got my middle name from? She actually was a stripper in a brothel back in '41. Grandma Lawrence is kind of losing it as she gets older and every now and then she gets back into the stripper frame of mind.

Last week, for example, she accidentally sent two naked pictures of herself to Good Housekeeping magazine. Then she sent a picture of her peach pie along with the recipe in to Hustler. The good news is that she won pie of the month in both publications (we're so damn proud of her).

But enough of my prostitute grandma, let's return to me. . . .

After those first few call-ins to the radio station, the name Larry the Cable Guy began to stick as a recurring character. I never realized how popular my calls were becoming because I phoned in while I was touring the country with Riverdance and doing a little stand-up. I never had time to hear the broadcasts.

Meanwhile, I ended up quitting Riverdance; I enjoyed performin' but the costume pinched my nuts so bad during the leg kicks, I ended up herniating myself. I swear my left nut swelled up to the size of one of those medicine balls. It was very painful, but for 11 days I got a great workout.

With my dancin' career behind me, I concentrated on doin' stand-up and pursuin' my first love: making scenic murals out of nipples cut from various porn publications.

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Git-R-Done 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
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Larry the cable guy reminds me of a song........... "God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy"
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I would DEFINITLEY read this. Larry has made me LOL in Cars, Blue Collar Comedy Tour, and, yes, Tooth Fairy 2. Larry, personally, doing the Tooth Fairy movie about made me pee myself laughing. Pink is NOT your color. So totally WILL buy this book. "Git 'er Done" everyone!!!!! ~The Mudster
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If you like Blue collar yo will enjoy this book . I showed it to the guys at the school lunch table they just about fell out of their chairs.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'm an America loving man who enjoys camping and fishing and country music which pretty much makes me a redneck. This book offended me, and I've got a pretty thick skin. Dan Whitney, which is Larry the Cable Guy's real name, has a funny stand up act, but this book does not reflect his act except in a very vague way. He goes off on political rants while at the same time saying he's not a politician nor a political comedian and says he doesn't care what celebrities have to say about political matters. So how can he complain about Barbra Streisand and Sean Penn when he's running his mouth too? And Dan, by the way, just because someone doesn't agree with you politically doesn't make him or her a 'commie,' 'homo,' or 'queer' - his words, not mine. No, it only means he or she is one of the 50% of America who is in a different political party, period. I'm not going to give any more of my hard earned money to someone who clearly has so little respect for me as to call me names for not agreeing with his political, social and scientific views. I've had more laughs reading Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. I could do this all day. You'll get more laughs watching Republicans reaching into their pockets at charity dinners and handing a bill to the hosts. Or watching them come out of public restrooms and getting arrested. C'mon, that there was funny and I don't care who you are. Other than political rants and ramblings, the book is little more than breast, feces and masturbation jokes. If that's what you're into, read this book. If not, save your money and your time and find something else to spend your money on. Normally when I finish reading a book, I either loan it to friends to read or donate it to libraries. This one got thrown in the recycle bin. That there is funny, and the truth, and I don't care who you are.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Larry is my favorite comedian. I always take 20-30 of my best friends to his shows in Jax. So that means a few new fans each time. And for God sakes you people that don't have a life and can't enjoy the book,remember, it's just a funny book. That's it, FUNNY? Laugh out loud, if you possibly can. Now Go Git-R-Done. queenbee
Guest More than 1 year ago
I consider myself a redneck and by Larry's definition, he does too. I think Larry is one of the best comedians out there. But as for this book, I was disappointed. Some of it was hilarious, but for the most part, I couldn't laugh because the jokes just didn't sound as good in my head as they would have if Larry were saying them. Maybe I should go back and read the book out loud in a 'Larry accent.' Maybe then it would be funnier.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this would be pretty much be the biggest waste of time other than listen to RUSH... larry the cable guy is not a real person and infact not a down home country boy at all, and this is nothing more than alot of pages of immature jokes that no one need to hear. i'm sorry to anyone who had to waste there time with this.that right there is NOT funny, i don't care who you are. And please don't 'Git-R-Done'
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was possibly the best book that i have ever read! Larry's analogies and stories about his family had me laughing so hard that....well, we won't go there.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Got the book from my kids, they are always saying that I was a born red neck. I fish, I hunt, and I drink BEER! God Bless the USA and all of her down home country boys!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So much for me thinkin Larry the Cabel guy was a red neck. I only gave him a star because i had to. I am a real cow girl I live miles away from the city. Am homschooled live off the land.