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· Apr 13, 2017 at 11:42 am
Yesterday some of the co-workers had a client meeting of sorts. Afterward one of the guys brought out the remaining Dunkin Donuts for those of us who didn’t attend. I had two donuts and I’m not proud of that.
For the record I’d also like to admit that I have just now visited every room in the office, looking to see if any happened to survive the night. Sadly, none did.
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I heard the news today.
HST killed himself.
Very shortly afterward, Trudeau’s strip gave it to us in INK.
I’ll never forget asking ELO if it was funny.
Her reply?
Would Hunter laugh?
Like a drunk chimp on acid.
:)
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So I googled “drunk chimp on acid” and this was one of the first results…
“Andrew Haynes kicks off 2010’s Christmas miscellany with reports of rampant reindeer, sozzled starlings and junkie monkeys, and a look at how goats seem to be the cause of many of man’s sins”
http://www.pharmaceutical-journal.com/opinion/comment/the-animal-world-has-its-junkies-too/11052360.article
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Every Damn Thing.
Years of alcohol abuse alongside copious amounts of medications, initially for arthritic pain and later insomnia, took their toll on His health. A series of car accidents only exacerbated His addictions and He eventually underwent a series of surgeries for a stomach ulcer in 1959. Coupled with a deteriorating liver and the need for a blood transfusion, by 1962 He had lost a significant amount of weight, reaching a low of 30 kg (66 pounds). Drifting in and out of consciousness for several months, He died at age 47 at His villa in Plascassier (Grasse), on the French Riviera, on 10 October 1963, the day before filmmaker and friend Jean Cocteau died.
His last words were “Every damn thing you do in this life, you have to pay for.
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