RIP George Carlin

I've watched you for years and years...I began watching you at what most would probably consider WAY too young an age, considering your material. Nonetheless, you became a fast favorite. And when I introduced you to my husband all those years ago, you became a fast favorite of his too. And he shared you with his friends. You've made all of us laugh, and think. I'm so incredibly glad we got to see you live all those months ago. It was one of my dreams, and I thank God I got to fulfill it.

And now, what have I learned from you?

You taught me about "stuff." And how people have WAY too much of it. Every time I pack to go on a trip, or pack up to move yet again, I think of you and your lecture on "stuff." This bit probably left the biggest mark on me.

You taught me some very naughty words, and how there is nothing bad or naughty about them but how absolutely hilarious it is when you use them, especially in a public setting.

You taught me to think. About everything. About why things are the way they are, about why the world works the way it does. And to speak my mind about my opinions when I feel something is worth making a fuss about.

You taught me about a very important issue that everyone should know about...pussyfarts. Enough said.

You've made me laugh so hard I've cried. You've made me angry to the point of wanting to do something about it. You've taught me things nobody else would have. You've changed my outlook on the world.

I can't believe you're gone. You will be missed.