Well this sucks.   Any thoughts?

Yes.

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I always liked him in both stand-up and in movies. That said, I also thought this:

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you can all fuck off

if it wasnt for george carlin, there would be no stripcreator.com

Normally I don't give a rip about celebrity deaths. In fact, I often pray for them fervently. But this one has me feeling at least a little weird. I'm not sure why. The guy just seemed perpetual.

As a tribute, I'm gonna sit around and complain all day.

I hate everybody.  George Carlin hated everybody.  Therefore, I loved George Carlin, even though I hated him.  This was a paradox that tore a small hole in the space-time continuum somewhere north of Coxsackie.

At least he no longer has to worry about where he's gonna put his stuff.

"I used to be an Irish Catholic.  Then I became a human being."

That George died is not a surprise.  Not so much the age as the state of health for the last twenty years.  That he did it right then and there was.  Never saw it coming.

My favorite routine is a latter section of Seven Words:  "And 'tits' shouldn't even be on the list, man. It's such a friendly sounding word.  It sounds like a nickname.  'Hey Tits!  Tits, meet Toots.  Toots, Tits; Tits, Toots.'  It sounds like a snack... I don't mean your sexist snack, I mean *new* Nabisco Tits!  Now in Cheese Tits.  Corn Tits, Bacon Tits, Sesame Tits.... Tater Tits!   Betcha can't eat just one!"

“Why do they lock gas station bathrooms?  Are they afraid someone will clean them?”

his whole airline bit was by far my favorite

The very first album I bought was Class Clown. That album got a lot of play in my tween years. Thanks George.

That was my first exposure to George as well.  I also have fond memories of coming home one Saturday night and watching that new late night comedy show, NBC's Saturday Night, with him as the first host. 

Aside from comedy, he was a good actor, too.  He did a great job as a grizzled old frontiersman in STREETS OF LAREDO a few years ago.

"Ever notice how you never get laid much on Thanksgiving?

It's because all the coats are on the bed."

I put that quote on a tape for a buddy of mine (back when people actually recorded things on cassette tapes) at the end of a CD I'd taped for him so he could listen to it in his car (back when cars had cassette players). He didn't know it was there and was thusly embarrassed when his Dad happened to be in the car with him when it played.

Of course, he was also the guy who called to announce he was bringing his uncle up to the dorm suite after which I immediately went into his closet, pulled out all his Playboy magazines (back when people actually had to look at pictures of nude women in magazines instead of on computers), opened them up to the centerfolds and spread them all over his bed and desk.