Monday, June 23, 2008
Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, and Tits

Oh no... poor George.

Somehow, Carlin never made it quite to the top of my list. I can't really explain it -- it certainly wasn't because I didn't find him smart or funny or challenging. He was one of the best, and I'd certainly never presume to disagree with that. But he never quite scaled the heights of my comedic pantheon. Maybe it was just because he lived to grow old, lived to see his most famous joke made obsolete. Maybe it was because in his later he years he took on a few projects that were beneath him. Maybe it's just because it's tough for a 70-year-old to stay edgy, and I never got to see him in context while he was at his peak.

Regardless, it's awful to think that we've seen the last from him. I got to see him live once, with my mom in Memphis. At least I got that much.

And Billy Ray Cyrus is still on TV. There's no fucking justice.

The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating... and you finish off as an orgasm!
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