Ohhhhh Miller

I came up with an idea fer a sitcom starring John Stamos called “Ohhh Miller”. And every idea I have involves the Stamos in some way or another. Man every time I hear about a car crash on the radio I silently out loud pray, “Please God…dont let John Stamos have been involved.” And its not so much an idea as it is a 30 second scene. These 4 guys will be sittin around and Miller, who wont be played by the Stamos, will go out to the garage fer some reason and run back in side so excited hes trippin over stuff and scream “DUDE YOU GOT A LADDER!!! LETS GO DO SOMETHIN WITH THE LADDER!!!” And then run back out to the garage. And everyone will shake there heads and say “Ohhhh Miller.”

So I guess thats the premise. But I would milk it to the bloody milky cow 2% end. Maybe Miller can be played by John Ritters corpse…to soon fer the John Ritter jokes? Come on you didnt know the guy, and everytime I was around him he said shit about you. And Id be like hey watch it livin john ritter! And Hed be like NO! Im John Ritter. Then he peed on the cat.

So yea this sitcom genius was inspired by actual events. I was out in the garage and I saw a ladder and thought “….how the fuck did we get a ladder?” So I came inside and told everyone about the ladder, and no one knows how it got there and no one thought it was nearly as cool as I did that we had one. And I thought wow, sitcomesque. And Ohhh Miller was born. It came to me, as if in a dream.

And I hope you make note of that origin cause 15 years from now after the show ends and TV guide calls it “The 107th best show of all time” therell be a trivial pursuit question about this. And someday youll be playin it with a bunch of people some Friday night and someone will ask you where the creator fer the show “Ohhhh Miller” came up with the premise and youll think, “what the fuck happened to my life. Its Friday night and Im playin trivial pusuit with a bunch of fuckin losers. Like that guy. 30 years old with braces and his companions, Smelly, Dummy, and Fatty. Have some more fuckin Cheetos fatty.”. And then someone will tell you you didnt think that you said it out loud. Youll panic and jump through the glass in the window.

And in 10 years, when yer in prision fer repeatedly runnin over an elderly lady with yer car, youll catch a re run of “Ohhh Miller”, and youll think of that night. And fer a lil bit the prison wine will taste a lil sweeter, the sodomy wont seem so sour, the children who never visit you wont seem so garlicy, and youll smile.