Monday, June 23, 2008

Sniff, sniff

George Carlin is dead. Age 71, died of a heart attack. First Tim Russert, now George Carlin. Two greats in their own right, in their own field.

Carlin I will always remember for his famous "The Seven words you can't say on television" comedy routine, a case that went all the way to the Supreme Court. In honor of Carlin, here's part of that routine. Edited for decency, lol.

"And words, you know the seven don't you? Sh*t, P*ss, F*ck, C**t, C*cks*cker, Motherf**ker, and Tits, huh? Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that will infect your soul, curve your spine and keep the country from winning the war.

Sh*t, P*ss, F*ck, C**t, C*cks*cker, Motherf**ker, and Tits, wow. Tits doesn't even belong on the list, you know. It's such a friendly sounding word. It sounds like a nickname. 'Hey, Tits, come here. Tits, meet Toots, Toots, Tits, Tits, Toots.' It sounds like a snack doesn't it? Yes, I know, it is, right. But I don't mean the sexist snack, I mean, New Nabisco Tits. The new Cheese Tits, and Corn Tits and Pizza Tits, Sesame Tits Onion Tits, Tater Tits, Yeah. Betcha can't eat just one."

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