Why people gotta keep dying? Mitch Hedberg has died of a drug overdose. I know I report a lot of deaths here, and maybe I should start an obituary section, but this one’s really tragic. I mean, this guy was unique, and got way too little attention for my taste.
Mitch Hedberg’s jokes were just so lateral-thinking. His one-liners and his delivery were great. You could tell he was a stoner and then some though, so this isn’t too surprising.
Some choice Mitch Hedberg quotes:
I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughnut… I don’t need a receipt for the doughnut. I give you money and you give me the doughnut, end of transaction. We don’t need to bring ink and paper into this. I can’t imagine a scenario that I would have to prove that I bought a doughnut. To some skeptical friend, ‘Don’t even act like I didn’t buy a doughnut, I’ve got the documentation right here… It’s in my file at home. …Under “D”.’
A severed foot is the ultimate stocking stuffer.
I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too.
I got an ant farm. Them fellas didn’t grow shit.
I don’t have a girlfriend. But I do know a woman who’d be mad at me forsaying that.
I haven’t slept for ten days, because that would be too long.
I’m against picketing, but I don’t know how to show it.
I had a velco wallet in a casino. That sound annoyed the hell out of me. Whenever I lost money, and I opened the wallet, it was like the sound of my addiction.
I think Bigfoot is blurry, that’s the problem. There’s a large out-of-focus monster roaming the countryside.
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