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| As a lifelong George Carlin fan, I always find it difficult to believe that he nabbed the premises for a few of his bits from Bill Hicks. This is the one I cringed a bit when I heard Carlin use its concept a couple years after Hicks died. (Stavro Arrgolus) |
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Here is my final point, oh thank you, God. About drugs, about alcohol, about pornography, whatever that is. What business is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, or take into my body as long as I do not harm another human being on this planet? And for those of you out there who're having a little moral dilemma in your head about how to answer that question, I'll answer it for you - none of your f***ing business. Take that to the bank, cash it, and go f***ing on a vacation out of my life. But see, here's their argument for that, each and every time: "But we have to protect the children, we have to protect the children." Let me tell you something, children are smarter than any of us, you know how I know that? I don't know one child with a full-time job and children. Yeah, they're quick, these kids, man. They're f***ing quick.
But where did this veneration of childbirth come from, I missed that meeting, I tell you that. "Oh, childbirth is such a miracle, it's such a miracle." Wrong. No more of a miracle than eating food and a turd coming out of your ass. You know what a miracle is? A miracle is raising a kid who doesn't talk in a f***ing movie theater, there's your goddamned miracle. If it were a miracle, then not every nine months any yin-yang in that world can drop a litter of these mewling f***ing cabbages on the planet. And in case you have not checked the single mom statistics lately - the miracle is spreading like f***ing wildfire. Hallelujah! Trailer parks, all over America, filling up with little miracles. THUNK. THUNK. THUNK. "Look at all my little miracles." THUNK. THUNK. "Filling up my trailer like a sardine can." THUNK. THUNK. "You know what'd be a real miracle, if I could remember your daddy's name, goddamn it." THUNK. "I guess I'll have to call you Trucker Jr. That's all I remember about your daddy, was his fuzzy little pot-belly riding on top of me, shooting his caffeine-ridden semen into my belly, to produce my little waterhead miracle baby-child." THUNK. "There's your brother, Pizza Boy Delivery Jr." THUNK. "There's your other brother, Exterminator Jr." THUNK. "There's your other brother, 'Will Work For Food Jr.'" Thank you very much, good night. (Stavro Arrgolus) |
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