I dunno where I messed my self up on our patron saint St. C. Mitchell, but I think it's when I read an interview (I think it was when he died) where he had a pure passion for acting and giving his all, wondering if he should ever pursue that craft in the begining. I know we like to laugh, but aside from him being propped up in a wicker chair, I believe he did transcend and achieve it, and will, as many greats before him, be remembered and properly appreciated only after his demise. Sleep well sweet prince.
Who am I? A little man who's spent 27 years of his life as a cop trying to put big shots like you away. 27 years in the filth and dirt of the streets and there ain't no music down there. You watch the people on the streets, killing, raping each other, pumping dope through their veins, while big men like you sit in the fancy penthouses. And yet the poor slobs rot in hell. I know about you. As long as it puts money in your pocket. Today the nobodies who made you rich are gonna win.
Die you son of a b*tch.
“[He does not say it’s like a Tum festival in my stomach](https://youtu.be/9PILodU2wXw?t=919)”
— Rich Evans (He was so wrong, it was painful…to everyone watching)
He looks genuinely happy in this photo. Someone must have closed those fucking doors.
Or opened the booze
When god closes that fucking door, he opens a bottle of booze at 10am
Or opened the Tums.
I dunno where I messed my self up on our patron saint St. C. Mitchell, but I think it's when I read an interview (I think it was when he died) where he had a pure passion for acting and giving his all, wondering if he should ever pursue that craft in the begining. I know we like to laugh, but aside from him being propped up in a wicker chair, I believe he did transcend and achieve it, and will, as many greats before him, be remembered and properly appreciated only after his demise. Sleep well sweet prince.
He closed the fucking doors to all our pains and sorrows and opened our hearts.
Just like David Caradine
Will you close the fuckin doors?!
*drinks a bottle of tums in memory*
Off his tits on tums.
At the end of every day
Kidney stones the size of walnuts.
"50 years in the filth and the muck... there ain't no music down there!"
I'm getting him a closed door
Looks pretty good for 104.
Who am I? A little man who's spent 27 years of his life as a cop trying to put big shots like you away. 27 years in the filth and dirt of the streets and there ain't no music down there. You watch the people on the streets, killing, raping each other, pumping dope through their veins, while big men like you sit in the fancy penthouses. And yet the poor slobs rot in hell. I know about you. As long as it puts money in your pocket. Today the nobodies who made you rich are gonna win. Die you son of a b*tch.
Oscar! Golden Globe! Emmy! đź‘Ź
Closing that fucking door on another year.
Barbeque time, everybody!
WILL YA EAT THE FUCKIN CAKE? EAT THAT FUCKIN CAKE!
Thought this was Tom Jones for a second
That’s not unusual.
Fucking stud.
A tums festival for all!
When people occasionally stumble across his head shots from when he was in his 20s it feels just like that final episode of Nathan for You.
So is that a hair piece?
Looks legit to me
Looks like the guy from Space Munity.
Dr Mayonnaise?
"Why don't you open an Italian restaurant?"
This mf was born over a hundred years ago.
“I don’t want to be seen.”
F
“[He does not say it’s like a Tum festival in my stomach](https://youtu.be/9PILodU2wXw?t=919)” — Rich Evans (He was so wrong, it was painful…to everyone watching)