Friday, September 12, 2003

"Come and Knock on Our Door..."

Well shit, John Ritter died yesterday.

As a child of the late 70's, he was the voice of my generation. He told us that it's OK to lie to your landlord in order to get an apartment in LA with two single women, as long as you're hooking up with hot chicks on the side and hanging out with your wacky neighbor at the Regal Beagle.

We'll miss you, Jack Tripper.

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