I apologize to The Hawk

Damn, that sucks.

In Curb, his voice seemed pretty damaged, wonder if that had anything to do with it.

Okay, so 80s 'entertainers' with nearly-famous nicknames are on the chopping block ... who's the third to drop going to be?

Our hotel smelled like dead hooker vagina (before you ask I had gotten a detailed description from beardown)

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

RIP Little Orphan Funkhouser

Are you stoned or pissed off, or both, when you create these postings?

Funniest memory was the scene in CYE where the owner of the country club offered him free lifetime dues if he said who killed the black swan, which of course was Larry.

Damn, that sucks.

Marty Funkhouser: When did you have your orgasm? When she said she'd fuck the Jew outta you?

Are you stoned or pissed off, or both, when you create these postings?

We lose a lot of rights when we look the other way when it doesn't affect our lives or it isn't a cause we agree with.

Larry David: Hey, lemme tell you something. The penis doesn't care about race, creed, and color. The penis wants to get to his homeland. It wants to go home!

A woman is very afraid of the size of her opening.

So she goes to her mother, she says what am I going to do I’m so big down there when I marry Harry he’s going to divorce me.

Her mother says don’t worry sweetheart it runs in the family, do what I did when I married your father. Go to the market, get some raw liver, put it in there he’ll never know the difference.

So she does.

They have eight hours of sex after their marriage. She wakes up at 10 o’clock, he’s gone but there’s a note on her pillow. It says -: “My darling Harriet. To think that I waited a year to consummate our loving relationship makes my heart beat so loudly I’m surprised it didn’t wake you up. The only reason I’m not here now darling is that I’m at work to make enough money to buy you a house, a picket fence, we’ll have dogs and children.

When the 5 o’clock dinner bell rings I will be home like the winged Gossamer of love in your arms.

Your loving husband, Harry.

......PS. Your cu.nt is in the sink.

I am in the urination, puking, drunk, yelling zone.

I once jerked in a chicken truck, so I have that going for me.