Later I died and the whole town came out to pay their respects. Even that one kid who always laughed at me. They were all pretty sorry then that they'd hunted me down with pitchforks and torches.Spam and rudeness will not be tolerated. We're here to have a few grins, and if you can't abide, move along. Did I mention Spam? Because if I didn't, here it is. NO SPAM!! That includes saying you like our blog and it's thought-provoking (which we know is a lie) and here's a link to your blog. Basically, if you link post a link to a for-profit site without the express written consent of me or the Big Vance-a-rino, I'll delete your comment and you'll look like an ass or I'll mock you mercilesly for being a dork.
~Peace & Love,
Rick
I was sorry to hear of Ricks passing as I was in Nepal at the time. A sherpa was reading "The Tibetian Journal" and I chanced to see this photo on page 11. I was so sad, I rode a yak down the mountain, widdled a boat out of a piece of wheat and sailed to America as fast as possible, alas, I was too late. I really loved that old shit-bird! See you in Val Halla.
ReplyDeleteI like Sherpa. Especially Orange Sherpa.
ReplyDeleteI would have like a viking funeral.
Oh, and by the way, I got better.
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