I wake up, and the first thing I read on the interwebz is that George Carlin is Dead.

I find this extraordinarily depressing.

A few great Carlinisms:

“I don’t have pet peeves. I have major, psychotic fucking hatreds.”

“That reminds me of something my fourth grade teacher used to say ‘You show me a tropical fruit, and I’ll show you a cocksucker from Guatemala.’”

“There are a lot of things you could use to kill a guy with. You could probably beat someone to death with the Sunday New York Times!”

“They say blonds have more fun. Unfortunately, they also have more V.D.”

“Live and let live, that’s what I always say. Anyone who can’t go along with that that, then take him out back and shoot the motherfucker.”

“Do you realize that when a lion escapes from a circus in Africa, no one gives a shit?”

“Have you ever poured glue on a bird? Of course not, there’s no reason. I’ve never done it either. I just like to check.”