George Carlin is dead.
Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits.
I feel like watching Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure and then Bogus Journey. I don't have much to say aside from hoping that his Frisbee landed safely on Joe Pesci's roof. I kept on putting off seeing him, despite him performing regularly near where I live. That's what I get.
I think people complain that he's bitter and less funny these days, but I'm pretty sure that I'd like him more than ever. I would wager that I'm bitter about the same stuff, but far less funny.
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