Sunday, April 6, 2008

So long, Chaz, you big fat gun loving creep.




So old Charleton Heston kicked the bucket last night it seems.  You can't help wondering if they had to pry his gun out of his cold, dead hand.  When a jerk like old Chuckie dies, I always smile to myself and think, It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.  

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