Posted on Monday, 14 March 2011

taxidermychurch: Letters of Note: Come on, George. Loosen up. Swing, man. The best thing ever? “The tragedy of fame of is when no one shows up and you’re singing to the cleaning lady in some empty joint that hasn’t seen a paying customer since Saint Swithin’s day.” If Phil Hartman read letter this while smoking a cigarette, that’d be the best thing ever.

taxidermychurch:

Letters of Note: Come on, George. Loosen up. Swing, man.

The best thing ever?

“The tragedy of fame of is when no one shows up and you’re singing to the cleaning lady in some empty joint that hasn’t seen a paying customer since Saint Swithin’s day.”

If Phil Hartman read letter this while smoking a cigarette, that’d be the best thing ever.

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