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I Was Getting Changed

Poor Fred Willard got caught in a porn theater in Hollywood, CA last night pulling a “Pee-Wee Herman”. Kinda sucks that this great actor, who is 72 fucking years old by the way, is being prosecuted for doing what most people do in an adult movie theater. The man should be being honored for still whacking off at 72!!! Fucking PBS even dropped him from a show he was working on before the man has even been convicted.

I love Fred Willard, and I could give two shits less he was choking the chicken. The man at his age can probably barely use the internet or send an email, let alone navigate the wild world of internet porn. How many 72 year olds do you know surfing internet porn? Its his generation that is keeping those theaters in business.

Leave Fred Alone

All the shocked haters and PBS folks need to listen to the words of that wise poet and sage, the J-ROC and leave Fred alone.

Philly Deuce

I think the comment from the guy who posted this video says it all: “A city that was once the cradle of liberty is now a festering shithole(literally) of misery and blight. It’s full of garbage. The people are hideous. Cabbies dropping deuces wherever the hell they please. It has no redeeming qualities whatsoever. The only thing going for Philly is that it isn’t Camden, NJ.”

Fuck It. Just Yodel.

So, here is an old Japanese guy who yodels. He doesn’t care that half of his nation washed out to sea and the other half currently has a soft green radioactive glow. He yodels. With chickens.

Next time I find myself being not able to cope with life’s bullshit, I’m gonna just go out and get me some chickens and start yodeling. Hell, it can’t be any worse…

Sad News from Billville

The comedy world has lost one of it’s finest and most under appreciated talent yesterday with the passing of Peter Berman of The Firesign Theatre.

I’ve been a fan since I was 17 and found the group though The Rolling Stone Record Guide, a book which rated FT’s album Forward Into The Past as a 5 star record. I discovered the 5-star rated Brian Eno’s Another Green World through this book as well. At that time in my life I would buy almost any album rated 5 stars.

Once I listened to the complex, multi-layered comedy of the group the first time, I asked myself “what’s so funny about this?” But then I listened again. And again. And again. As the layers revealed themselves to me I found it impossible to not find something funny that I missed on the last listen.

Soon I could recite the 20 minute “The Adventures Of Nick Danger, Third Eye” in all the characters ‘ voices from memory.

I never got to see them live, but their comedy will always make me laugh out loud at the incredible wordplay, references, and mental images of the characters which they mastered over their 40-plus years as a performing troupe.

Peter is the first of the “Four (or Five)Funny Guys” to pass. The chair is now missing a leg that can never be replaced.

I’ll miss you, Pete.