George Carlin died last night. Shit piss cunt fuck cocksucker motherfucker tits. Fart, turd and twat.
George convinced me long ago that there are no bad words, and that language is important. He was an amazing person, the funniest man in the world (in my opinion, of course) and I will miss him.
Damn, I'm old. I was listening to Carlin records when I was 10 (I had to sneak them from my mother's room and listen with the sound wayyyyyyyy down)
It disgusts me that in all the obits I have read (5 of them) they had to highlight not his humor, but his drug use. So he did drugs, big deal. He made people laugh. What is more important, one person's sobriety or ten thousand people laughing their asses off?
Well, the hippie-dippie weatherman is gone now, and it sucks.
Go with Joe, George. Joe bless you.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Happy Restoring Habeas Corpus Day!
Today's supreme court decision is the beginning of the end of the tyranny!
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