ding dong the dick is dead

hallelu and praise jesus, jerry falwell has peeled out. the spawn of satan himself is dead as a doornail. dead. dead. dead. he must be sooo bummed that he didn't make it to heaven.



the top 10 reasons to celebrate the passing of jerry falwell will be posted in a few hours. ya'll come back now, ya heah!



ooh, I am so excited, I'm as happy as a liberated gay, black hooker pullin' a train on the new zealand soccer team.



yahoooooooooooooo-eww-ewww!!!!!!!!!!!

Comments

FreakyNick said…
That is so bad. yahoooooooooooooo-eww-ewww!!!!!!!!!!!
was my first thought, also, when I heard the joyous news.
12:53 PM
Coaster Punchman said…
No kidding. Normally I would feel slightly guilty celebrating a death. Not this time.

Now what can we do to get his followers to join him?
3:38 PM
Mountjoy said…
God bless the First Amendment!

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5d/Falwellhustler.jpg
4:29 PM
Writeprocrastinator said…
Je-sus! When I found out just thirty minutes ago, I had the same thought! Verbatium!

Which ol' Dick?
The dinky Dick!
5:32 PM
Danielle said…
Glad to know I'm not the only one who wants to celebrate, even if that would be karmically wrong.
7:18 PM
Al Sensu said…
I heard the news and spontaneously came.
9:21 PM
Fredrick Schwartz said…
Oh Ye of perfect crinkled labia! The news in Hell is all Falwell all the time. Scores are in the streets fornicating drinking malt liquor and eating monkey on a stick. I have not seen Hell this joyous since I got here. If Pat Robertson dies this week I might bust a peter north quality nut in my own pants!

the black hooker NZ soccer team analogy says it all for me. Keep on rockin' until Freedom comes back in '09.
11:58 AM
Dale said…
It couldn't have happened to a bigger dick.
4:56 PM
Johnny Yen said…
What? Spewing hatred dressed up as religion doesn't get you into heaven? The whole Bush administration must be scrambling right now.
11:53 AM
Eric Spitznagel said…
Seems like the universe came to its senses and finally decided to abort Falwell. Good thing, too. That damn fetus was clearly brain-damaged.
1:05 PM
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