Only an asshole like you would die because you're too much of a pussy to face a roast. Please tell me you at least had the courtesy to throw in a little Sanford and Son when you were giving up the ghost.
Of course, if you had done the Sanford and Son schtick I can imagine your wife standing over your corpse screaming, who the fuck is Elisabeth, you manwhore?!?! That would have been funny.
That's about all I have for a roast this morning.
I miss you, fucker.
|True fucking story: this was the day they buried Terry. His favorite band was the Counting Crows. Frank covered Ana Begins. I am looking up thinking, Terry has the best fucking seats in the house. I thought about him a lot this night.|
(Photo: Ben Morse)