Surprisingly, I didn't see this coming. At 71, George Carlin is dead of heart failure. Yeah, he did a ton of drugs and made a lot of people extremely uncomfortable over the years, but he was most often insightful, relevant and damn funny.
To remember him fondly, laugh at this classic Carlin bit on "modern language" (naturally, he cusses a good bit):
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Monday, June 23, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Note To Self...
Do NOT Get Second Place in the Kentucky Derby
Eight Belles in better days
Holy Crap! Screw Barbaro. RIP, Eight Belles. Dammit... Some Ambulance, assholes. What happened to "do no harm?" I think i'd rather play on the Iraqi Soccer team.
You run your ass off for some old, rich douchebag and they kill you on the track? At least give her an oat bag and some morphine. Vomit.
"No...No, No. Don't call no damn ambulance an sh*t! I'm walkin' Mother F**cker...Look...See!!"
Eight Belles in better days
An equine ambulance reached her on the track and put Eight Belles down.
"There was no possible way to save her," on-call veterinarian Dr. Larry Bramlage said. "She broke both front ankles. That's a bad injury."
Holy Crap! Screw Barbaro. RIP, Eight Belles. Dammit... Some Ambulance, assholes. What happened to "do no harm?" I think i'd rather play on the Iraqi Soccer team.
You run your ass off for some old, rich douchebag and they kill you on the track? At least give her an oat bag and some morphine. Vomit.
"No...No, No. Don't call no damn ambulance an sh*t! I'm walkin' Mother F**cker...Look...See!!"
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