Monday, April 9, 2007


Johnny Hart died Saturday at the age of 76. In his later years, his rededication of his life from booze to the lord made him a lot more intolerant and a lot less funny, but the first 15 or 20 years of B.C. were strong enough that I think I'd rather remember him that way, minus the piety and the flat, flavorless golf jokes. I can't imagine that the afterlife will turn out for him like he envisioned, but I hope he settles in well regardless.

1 comment:

Mandy said...

yer wife's got hooters like the fat broad. boy is she glad she doesn't have to use a couple of saber tooth tiger skulls for a double-D-knockers bra.


yer wife