Jeez. I almost forgot it was the Summer of Death. Now I remember. He died of a heart attack this morning. He was only 59. :(.
You will be missed, John Hughes. You’re in heaven now, going easy on the Pepsi with the angels.
Me: Look what you did, you little jerk.
The Angel of Death: Fuck off, or you’re next.
Me: . . .
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Can we start listing some celebrities we’d LIKE for the summer of death to claim?
I would have gone with the Judd Nelson fist pump at the end of The Breakfast Club, but to each their own. Once again my childhood is slowly dying. :(
Will this summer never end???
“You guys give up yet? Or are you thirsty for more?” No. No more.
Keep the change, ya filthy animal.
Gabe, it is so creepy how you just turned 59 this week, and this famous guy died this week at age 59! Are you thinking a lot about your own mortality right now?
Stay strong, you can do it.
What a fcking blow. This news just knocked the wind out of my sails.
man, i just watched ‘weird science’ and ‘sixteen candles’ this last weekend. sad.
I would post a jpg of Molly Ringwald crying in Pretty in Pink, but I probably couldn’t find one and I don’t know how to do that and I’m a failure. I’m sad.
No more yanky my wanky… :(
no, he’s not retarded.
*cue “Don’t You Forget About Me”
I’m going to see if I can get my car to backfire in memory of the Johns. Once for John Hughes and once more for John Candy.
Donger’s here for five hours, and he’s got somebody. I live here my whole life, and NOW EVERYONE WHO MADE MY CHILDHOOD AWESOME IS DROPPING FUCKING DEAD. Summer 2009, you stay the FUCK away from my grandma.
i do have a test today. that wasn’t bullshit. it’s on european socialism. i’m not european, i don’t plan on being european, so who gives a crap if they’re socialists?
I got the milk, eggs, and fabric softener!
I don’t think I want to know a six-year-old who isn’t a dreamer, or a sillyheart. And I sure don’t want to know one who takes their student career seriously. I don’t have a college degree. I don’t even have a job. But I know a good kid when I see one. Because they’re ALL good kids, until dried-out, brain-dead skags like you drag them down and convince them they’re no good. You so much as scowl at my niece, or any other kid in this school, and I hear about it, and I’m coming looking for you!
Take this quarter, go downtown, and have a rat gnaw that thing off your face! Good day to you, madam.
The next time I have to come in here, I’m cracking skulls!
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