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Saturday, October 26, 2002
My only updates seem to occur when I am mourning, alas, alas.
Richard Harris passed over to that great pub in the sky today. I knew dear old Richard intimately, and couldn't help but think that he would still be alive today if he hadn't quit drinking.
I remember one time that I was in the midst of a four-way with Richard, Peter O'Toole and Richard Burton. I should say "attempted four way," because at any given time two of the celebrity cocks were too limp to do any sort of penatrating at all. Schnapps really gets the party started, but it can keep the party from continuing, if you catch my drift.
Richard Harris suddenly announced, "Gentlmen, if we are too drunk to roger this lass in the prescribed manner, then we all have to do the decent thing."
"The decent thing," muttered O'Toole.
"God save the queen," groaned Burton. I noticed that his "Elizabeth 4 Eva" tatoo had not been as succesfully hidden by the battleship as he may have wished. Alas, poor Richard Burton!
Apparently, "the decent thing" involves three men fellating each other. Who knew?
Richard Harris was a fine actor and a decent human being. Plus, he could let all of the air out of a fifth of courbon in a single mighty swallow.
1:28 AM
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