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Actor John Ritter: dead at 54.
Hollywood breathes a sigh of relief as the "8 Simple Rules" star rounds out the "death in threes" superstition. Others who fell within the last week or so are Charles Bronson and Johnny Cash.

Check out the last (tragic) blog. Whoa... typos and everything. That's just from three Jack Daniels and Diet Cokes in a one hour period. I guess all I had was a chef salad seven hours earlier, so it could be expected that I wasn't operating at full capacity. How could I type "absofuckinglutely" correctly, but "me" couldn't get out without the peripheral '3' getting hit? Anyway, I'm fucking bummed that Johnny Cash is gone. I'm sure the jukebox at the pub where I work will be playing "Ring of Fire" all night. Rest in peace, John R. Cash.

I'm absofuckinglutely shitfaced drunk. That will not ekeep me3 from bringing you the following news:

Johnny Cash dead at 71

Man ships himself in a crate via air cargo from New York to Dallas

Says: "It was actually more comfortable than flying United"
Click HERE for the comeplete MSNBC story.

I had a FAT fucking blog ready to post. It was all written, hand crafted, brewed, martinized, and sonuvabitch... Blogger ate it! On the plus side, Blogger did upgrade me to an ad free blog for free. Kudos and much thanks to Blogger.com.