well at least that angel isnt earthbound anymore .... rip .... cr****
Have Another Hit Of Colorado Sunshine
I used to think she was so hot. Yes, I had that poster on my wall.
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
I can't recall a time when turning on my computer made me cry...God couldn't have chosen a more brave and courageous angel...R.I.P. Farrah Fawcett...
Anything with E becomes a dance party. My vacuum cleaner becomes a dance party on E
Quick question, has anyone else here actually held a fetus? They're not very cute.
In any way, shape or form really fucking sucks.
My entire office is abuzz with cancer talk today, and I can only assume it is because of Farrah. RIP.
RIP, I use to love the Charlie's angles and CHiP's back to back growing up...
awww that sucks.
wow most people must have really liked her ... not a slam/flame post on this thread .... cr****
Have Another Hit Of Colorado Sunshine
some asshole killed her
hahaha. not just some asshole, butt her own.
im still laughing.
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Ass cancer has got to be the worst. You can't even talk about it.
and so much for showing off your war wounds.
Too bad her death was overshadowed by the King of Pop. Damn him!
My dad was a hair dreser...I remember getting in his chair and saying "daddy, i want my hair feathered like farah fawcett!!!"
Talk 'about skate betty...
This is the episode the stacey peralta appeared in...
you should get it done now, SF.
The first poster I ever had in my bedroom (that was not a baseball player) was that legendary Farah Fawcett poster.
Poor Farrah Fawcett. A month ago, People magazine's Larry Hackett admitted to the Times that she only had one remaining chance for some friendly press:
"At this point, Farrah has to die," he said. "It's the only cover left for her." Needless to say, she's missed her chance. Having vanished from the headlines after Michael Jackson's sudden demise, Farrah is just the latest to join a peculiar group: the Eclipsed Celebrity Death Club.
The classic ECD example is Groucho Marx, who passed away the same week as Elvis Presley, and thus missed out on a good week's worth of TV tributes. But the easiest way for a famous person to vanish from the earth without so much as a blip is to follow a president of the United States. Ray Charles caught barely a moment's coverage when he died in 2004, right in the middle of the weeklong blanket coverage of Ronald Reagan's death and funeral. Same story for James Brown, who got some press but definitely ran second to Gerald Ford. (The only person who could square off against a dead head of state, it seems, was Mother Teresa. When she died a few days after Princess Diana, a good deal of the coverage tried to frame them as comparably angelic figures.) And don't forget Alice Trillin—granted, not a worldwide celebrity, but a beloved figure to her husband Calvin's thousands of New Yorker-*reading fans. While awaiting a heart transplant, she died on September 11, 2001, following the horrible deaths of thousands of New Yorkers. Most of her husband's readers only learned about it many months later, when he published About Alice.
The championship trophy for badly timed death, though, goes to a pair of British writers. Aldous Huxley, the author of Brave New World, died the same day as C.S. Lewis, who wrote the Chronicles of Narnia series. Unfortunately for both of their legacies, that day was November 22, 1963, just as John Kennedy's motorcade passed the Texas School Book Depository. Huxley, at least, made it interesting: At his request, his wife shot him up with LSD a couple of hours before the end, and he tripped his way out of this world. Which, if you're going to go to your reward without anyone's noticing, is probably not a bad way to end it all.
Then I will hold you down and spit her percolations all over you until you're as greasy as the day she regrets pushing your big fat ass out her big fat cunt.
gerald ford and james brown were both overshadowed by anna nicole smith for some ungodly reason
The White Stripes 9/18
One of my favorite jokes thus far:
Farrah Fawcett dies, and goes to Heaven. God looks to Farrah and says, “You lived such a wonderful life, sharing your pain with the world, showing them, teaching them how to be strong. For your achievements, I will grant you one wish. Anything you’d like.”
Farrah turns to God and says, “My one wish is that all the children in the world will be safe."