RIP Mitch Hedberg
Written byPosted on March 31, 2005
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Goddam, Mitch Hedberg has passed on. He was only 37. Here are some Hedbergisms in his honor:
“The thing about tennis is: no matter how much I play, I’ll never be as good as a wall. I played a wall once. They’re fucking relentless.”
“If carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be fucked up.”
“An escalator can never break: it can only become stairs. You would never see an ‘Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order’ sign, just ‘Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience.’”
“This product that was on TV was available for four easy payments of $19.95. I would like a product that was available for three easy payments and one complicated payment. We can’t tell you which payment it is, but one of these payments is going to hard. ”
“I saw a human pyramid once. It was totally unnecessary.”
“I don’t own a cell phone or a pager. I just hang around everyone I know, all the time. If someone needs to get ahold of me they just say, ‘Mitch,’ and I say, ‘What?’ and turn my head slightly…”
“I had a velco wallet in a casino. That sound annoyed the hell out of me. Whenever I lost money, and I opened the wallet, it was like the sound of my addiction.”
“I got my hair highlighted, because I felt some strands were more important than others.”
“Mr. Pibb is a poor imitation of Dr. Pepper. Dude didn’t even get his degree.”
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Dammit.
Damn. We were planning to see him in a couple weeks.