So my plans to go to SF for Pride this weekend fell through at the last second. At first I was a bit bummed and frustrated, but i really think it was a blessing in disguise. I don't really need to be wasting money on booze, and am still kinda reeling from LA Pride. I could use a weekend off. Been wasting a lot of time with a couple friends and have been loving it.
Everyone is dying. David Carradine(Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation), Ed McMahon(Decapitated by one of those big ass Publisher's Clearing House Checks), Farrah Fawcett(Butt-Hole Cancer), Michael Jackson(Cardiac Arrest) and now, the most recognizable of all, Billy Mays. Patrick Swayze is on Home Hospice and Steve Jobs is on his way to the big Apple Store in the sky.
This makes me think about death a little bit and how shitty it actually is. Not the whole dying part, but what everyone does after you die.
David Carradine's family is trying to cover up the fact that David was choking his willy while choking himself.
Michael Jackson's family is already fighting over his estate...Jesus people, at least wait til rigor mortis kick in. And now the gay allegations are flying, and all of his Aides are starting to talk. This should get interesting.
Farrah Fawcett did not have to die. If she just would have had a colostomy done she may very well still be here. But noooooo, she felt like she should be utilizing a German Homeopath...Darwin Awards anyone? When an educated oncologist tells you to do something or you will die, you should probably do it. Instead, you put some herbs in your bum and called it a day...How'd that work for you?
Ed McMahon was apparently a really nice guy, per my old roommate who was his IT guy. And I have nothing to say about Billy Mays. I just really hope that Oxi Clean does not replace Billy Mays with that god damned anal abscess from the Sham-Wow Commercials. Thats all I have to whine about now! Happy Pride Queers!
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