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First in a series of real-time empirical observations

In the time it takes you to read this post, Robin Williams will have been unfunny in six silly voices (eight, if you happen to read slowly).

8 Replies to “First in a series of real-time empirical observations”

  1. Simon says:

    That was Robin Williams?  Boy do I owe Eddie Murphy an apology.

  2. Nathan says:

    Apologies for hijacking the thread:

    Announcement:  In their infinite wisdom [/sarcasm], the USAF web censors blocked me from accessing my log-in page and any mu.nu comment function.  Luckily, I should return home in 2-3 weeks, and posting will resume then.

  3. norbizness says:

    If you could time travel back to the late 50s when Jonathan Winters was first starting out and was able to arrange a double screening of “Bicentennial Man” and “Patch Adams” (with a coked-up Tonight Show appearance from 1985 as a featurette) for him… do you think that Winters would do the right thing and become an insurance adjuster, thereby never inspiring Robin Williams in the first place?

    I don’t know, Gnat, let’s find out together.

  4. Jeff G says:

    I’m on record as saying Patch Adams is the worst movie ever.  Ever.  As in the history of ever.  So adamant was I about it that I was banned from commenting on IMDB for a while, and I actually punched this girl I know for telling me she found it to be “bittersweet and affecting.” Broke her cheekbone.

  5. Velociman says:

    And this is Robin who? I’m sorry. I don’t know who you’re talking about.

  6. Dave Munger says:

    I’ve heard credible rumors that Jerry Lewis made a movie worse than Patch Adams, called The Day The Clown Cried, but it was never released. Now I’m going to work on my Robin Williams impersonation…

    Yes, it’s true. Oh, yes. Arooo. Ehh-Oh. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your testicles. Ahhhh, yes, it’s true. Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of my taint. I LEFT MY SCROTUM, IN SAN FRANSISCOOOOO! Nipples. Diarhea. Frenulum. Cocaine, yes, it’s a beautiful thing, ah, yes, it’s true.

    HEYYYYOOOOOO!!!!

    Right now there’s some old white guy in Ohio going “What the hell’s that guy talkin bout Mabel?”

  7. Pale Infidel says:

    I don’t know Jeff, as bad as Patch may have been, I have to nominate “The Passion of Darkly Noon” as possibly the worst movie ever. Big silver shoe? What the fuck was that about?

    I wouldn’t see that again even if the village militia had an AK-47 to my head.

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