Tits, toots, toots, tits. A great one has left the building

[harmonyheifer]

In loving and amused memory of the great George Carlin, who is probably doing a comedy routine in the Summerland for some of the greatest stand-up comics in human history who have been waiting impatiently for this performance for years, I ask the following question of those he has left behind:

Have you said the seven words today?

*sniffle*

Comments

Kelly here...

[anonymous]

Every F****** one of them! God is havening a great rool on the floor, that's for sure !

BTW, all is well, moonwater does miracles and promotes a peaceful atmosphere around here. The serenity is amazing! Thank you my sister and thanks to your wonderful friends too :)

Re: Kelly here...

[harmonyheifer]

Yeah, full moon water is pretty good shit. The new wards probably help too. I am glad things are going so much better.

My wonderful friends/family have told me to tell you that they think things are going to be fine. We can usually tell if they aren't. Just so you know.

Kelly again...

[anonymous]

That's having not havening...or is it?

[chatworthy]

Well, I'm goddamn fucked because I don't know what the hell the original seven words are.

Though I suppose I could look them up.

I do recall seeing an HBO special, lo these many years ago, where he ended the show with an expanded list: took out a scroll - a rather long scroll - and read from it for a good three minutes. Then the credits ran while he was still reading. Then it went on another minute or so, and faded out with him still reading, and never having repeated himself.

The Seven Words Are:

[harmonyheifer]

Shit, piss, cunt, fuck, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits