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Henry Beckman left his ideal life in Missouri to movie to Chicago with his girlfriend Heather to work in her family's business. But in the course of one morning, Henry loses his girlfriend, his apartment, and his job. In his vulnerable state, he meets his new roommate, the vain, flashy, and lovable rogue, Larry Cone, and then goes to work for Larry's childhood friend, Amanda, a beautiful mess who's unsuccessfully trying to emulate her idol, Kelly Ripa. Larry is in need of someone new around to listen to his theories about life and women after his best friend and former roommate got, Brad got engaged to Tina, a cold, controlling woman who has nothing but contempt for Larry. Written by
There is almost no sense that can be made of how this series got on. The shows I have seen are all terrible. If I wanted to see something not funny I'd watch my mother-in-law frisk her cat.
The women in this look good. The guys are there. With so little & poorly written script, it is hard to tell if any of them have any talent. I'd say maybe not.
They should send the writers who came up with this premise to prison. It should be as big a capital offense as my in-laws cat is after they cough up a hairball. This show is like a belch from a rotten vegetable- it repeats constantly until you cough up something.
We should send these shows to Mars, as they are so bad we don't need to see them, hear them, or touch them. Happy Hour is the wrong name, this show should have been called Rest Room as I swear the scripts for these ought to be put into a deep septic tank.
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