JESUSHMURPHYTUMBLECOCKTUNABREATH!I ran out of swears and used condiments...
So, that is how I feel right now.
ALL IN ONE GODDAMN WEEK THREE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS DIED!
One, a beloved Angel of Charlie's.
Two, the King of Pop/our favourite child molestor.
Three, that wacky man who screams at you through the television.
Now, Farrah's been sick for a while, so, her death wasn't shocking. Sad, but we all saw it coming. But, we don't hear anything from Michael for a long time, then, BAM! DEAD! And same with Billy, the man seem to be in perfect health, and all of a sudden he's gone.
What a crazy ass motha fucka week! I am terribly distraught.
On the plus side, my Billy Mays poem has gotten tons of hits and faves. Mind you, I hate to gain from someone else's death. RIP, guys.
Sadness
Devious Comments
This is a sad sad week.
Let's have a moment of silence.
A truly sad week, indeed.
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she asks for a love interest
and you give her a 500 year old retarded vampire.
He's one of those guys, like Michael Jackson, who you think is gonna live forever.
I'm not gonna lie - I almost teared up when I told Von the man in all his bearded glory had died.
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Poor Billy. Did you Wikipedia how he died? Apparently, he got hit on the head with something the day before and then he just randomly died.
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she asks for a love interest
and you give her a 500 year old retarded vampire.
I saw a Billy-promoted Simoniz infomercial a few hours after learning he died...
It was awful. I wanted to cry.
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I know. I saw a Mighty Putty add today and died a little.
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she asks for a love interest
and you give her a 500 year old retarded vampire.
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she asks for a love interest
and you give her a 500 year old retarded vampire.
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