Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Forever Hollywood.

You may remember me talking about Carl Alfalfa Switzer in a post over here.

I visited his grave. How bizarre. This cemetary is the biggest craziest cemetary I've ever been to and here lies a guy who shot himself in the dick with just a plaque to remember him by. Life is cruel.



Even crueler are the jerks who visited Mel Blanc's grave.



Not so bad at face value. Then you look at the top:



When did his tombstone become a dumping ground for the shit you have in your pocket? What is Mel Blanc's tombstone going to do with brass wire, a chewy granola bar, a metal circle and some rocks you picked up from the garden you fuckwit? Jerks.. At least he has enough change to buy a red frog. Fukn cheapskate litter bugs... Oh it's the thought that counts. Yeah, stopping to shake down a homeless guy for his change and rubbish is real thoughtful. Putting it on the tombstone of someone you respect makes you a top class philanthropist.

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