Mr. Blutarsky.
Strengths: zero-point-zero.
Weaknesses: zero-point-zero.
In all truth, one could have added mustard and prick pants to the weaknesses, but like Senator Blutarsky I was on a roll. His shining example of functional alcoholism is not diminished by three decades of hackneyed copycats and shameless assholes that find shirts with "COLLEGE" written on them to be cool. Editorial: You haven't paid the freight pal...you haven't earned what John Belushi earned, so unless you know what a real speedball is-knock that shit off.
I'm surprised it took this long to make the list.
ReplyDeleteHEY! What's all this lyin'-around shit?!...NOTHING is over until WE decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell, no! And it ain't over now! 'Cause when the going gets tough...(long pause)...the tough get going!...What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? This could be the greatest night of our lives - but you're gonna let it be the WORST. (mocking) Oh, we're afraid to go with you, Bluto. We might get in trouble. WELL, JUST KISS MY ASS FROM NOW ON! NOT ME! I'M NOT GONNA TAKE THIS! WORMER, HE'S A DEAD MAN! MARMALARD, DEAD! NIEDERMEYER...dead!...LET'S DO IT!
Some icons really need no such adoration. I was torn posting this because I thought that Bluto's genius was implied.
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