Richard is so typical. The average Black US male dies at 65 years of age.
Black males pay a liftime of Social Security tax then die before they get one red cent. Then all the money goes to Eugene McCarthy, a white male, in his nursing home.
Social Security discriminates against some population groups, it needs reform.
I love Gene Wilder too. He was married to Gilda Radner. Remember her?
i go with catman on this one, rip,
Bulldog
President Ronald Reagan liked Richard too, and invited him to the Whitehouse.
Dr. Williams got Richard the invitation.
President Reagan knew a good actor when he saw one.
He sure did, and I’ll bet the Gipper laughed his ass off when he heard the following routine from Richard’s “Here And Now” album:
“What would you do if the warning came:
‘THERE’S A HALF-HOUR BEFO’ YO’ ASS GETS KILLED!’
I know what I’m gonna do...there’s this woman I’ve been wantin’ to fuck EIGHT YEARS!
And I’m going to RUN!...over to her house and say:
[Pant...Pant]
‘Baby...we got fifteen...[Pant]...fifteen minutes!’
And hope I get a nut just as the Bomb go off!”
If we can’t laugh at ourselves....
Rest in Peace, Richard.
I like his routine about visiting Africa— EVERYONE’S BLACK !!!
The two Cheetahs eyeing the zebras and chatting,
“Think we should go for them?
Nah, Man, they too close!
Y’know, it’s gonna be tourist season before you know it.
Yeah, I got me a arm last year!”
I remember seeing Richard Pryor back in 1967, at a concert held ar University of R, along with The Lovin’ Spoonful and Gary Puckett and the Union Gap. His humor style was a lot “tamer” back then, and he only went as far as discussing getting kicked in the ‘nads and a few farts. He was pretty “tame” then, when compared to comedy in the 80s, 90s and present times.
The Spoonful sounded about the same live as on records, and Gary P and the UG sounded far better live than recorded, they actually played rock and not elevator music…
Rock ON! Rat! Did you wear tie-dye & take a bottle of Boone’s Farm and a joint? I’ll wager my Cream & Velvet Underground 33 1/3s that someone did. Sorry I missed it, but all the roads melted and turned into sparkling rivers full of flaming angels in canoes.
Actually, I hadn’t yet discovered tie-dye or the wonder , and never had advanced my spiritual explorations much beyond beer and Colt 45 at that time (age 18). Couple years later, I spent my “woodstock” summer of 69 at boot camp at sunny and scenic Fort Dix, NJ.
I was there and I missed it… Everyone else got stoned and they missed it.
RatMan: Never forget, if you can remember the 60’s, you didn’t really participate.