My first post. Artie’s last breath.

You know it. I know it. We all know it. Artie Lange is dead on the inside. His constant moral struggle for everyone else is the leading factor to Artie’s death. While he was once a gentle giant he’s more of an asshole whale now. Not saying he’s not funny. Pissed off at the world Artie has to be my favorite. Cutting Jeff the Drunk off in mid sentence to say goodbye is the Howard Stern Show that kills me from laughing so hard. It sort of kills me the same way heroin kills Lange. Except the show is not REALLY killing me. I write this whole thing mainly to vent. I’m currently 18 which means Artie has to stay alive for about three more years before I can see his stand up live. With “Lange years” being about the same as dog years I figure he’ll be approximately 170. I vote for shoving both Artie Lange and Jeff the Drunk off a cliff at the same time then go around the room seeing who can match the name to the disfigured corpse. This post had to end in ways Artie Lange could die. It’s the only conclusion to this amazing odyssey through little Italy and back.

This isn’t so much a forced entry as much as it is something to keep the blog alive. I go by Mclusky on the tracker which doesn’t mean much since my name isn’t Yurtle or rednimmer. However I love the community and hope to contribute more. Sadly at the moment I’m a broke college student so time is of the essence. Next week however I’m going to make an effort to write a synopsis or two of the show. Maybe I can take Ferall duty… considering every one of my own blog entries ends up in a sports rant. Now I must take my leave to feed my own addictions. Those Indian Casinos aren’t going to gamble themselves.