RIP, Spankhopper…
June 6, 2009
http://video.ap.org/?f=VARIT&pid=8k3HAJVI5FRxW7jVFV5VItelj6A_9gtO
This is a joke, right? A multimillionaire in the sex-for-sale capital of the Local Group* dies performing autoerotic asphyxiation?
This would be like Tommy Chong going to Amsterdam and firing up a Merit Ultralight.
I am gravely disappointed. I was once almost as much of a Kung Fu fan as I still am of Star Trek. And I can’t imagine Captain Kirk diverting to Wrigley’s pleasure planet and spending the night in his quarters with a Hustler and a bottle of baby oil. Can you? Did you try? I mean, did you really try? I did.
Anyway, a sad legacy for Mr. Carradine to leave behind. Next week: Neil Armstrong dies of injuries from stepladder accident.
UPDATE: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,525192,00.html
Okay , maybe he wasn’t rich after all. Still…
*Look it up; I’m trying to broaden you
June 7, 2009 at 08:35
It appears Grasshopper was finally able to snatch the pebble from Master Po’s hand. Sniffle.
June 6, 2009 at 22:29
Nope, but I’m not retracting this post if it turns out he wasn’t. It’s too good a story.
June 6, 2009 at 20:49
are we really sure he was alone?
June 6, 2009 at 13:29
Thanks for the buzzkill!
June 6, 2009 at 13:27
maybe he didn’t want to risk diseases. Or maybe he has a disease and didn’t want to spread it (prudent and commendable in today’s world). Or maybe he just wanted to do it alone. I have a lot of women friends who would rather spend the evening with their vibrators than their guys. (not me!)
But you’re right, a sad way to go, especially with his career revitalized.