What a complete and utter bastard...notoriously cheap and--IMO, about as funny as child with cancer: imagine him, hanging on to life, "gotta beat George Burn's record...gaaahh." Thank you, Robert, for finally giving up your bus seat. If I knew where your bunker was I would've shown you my impression of Dr. Jack the Kervorkian..."Hey Bobby, hear the one about the has-been geezer who so senile he didn't know the stage lights were shut off a generation ago, when you still had a prostate? I tell ya: it's a killer...you don't mind if I smoke in the oxygen tent, right?
There is no God but I thank her anyway. Thanks for playing, Mr. Hope. And take the play-at-home version along with you to Hell.
There is no God but I thank her anyway. Thanks for playing, Mr. Hope. And take the play-at-home version along with you to Hell.