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the people who run richard pryor’s websites are fucking amazing.

a few years ago, right when he died, i ordered a baseball jersey from richardpryor.com. it’s his infamous ‘fuck you motherfucker!’ shirt. small picture of rich making a crazy face. ‘fuck you motherfucker!’ written underneath it. classic.

of course the first time i wore the shirt, it was to a party at darby’s house. i had forgotten darby had a new girlfriend at the time (easy to forget with that guy) and she had two kids. so there were kids at the party. lots of kids. and grandparents. lots of old people. and me. wearing a shirt that said ‘fuck you motherfucker!’ on it.

that was the day i scheduled my vasectomy.

anyway, when i received the shirt in the mail, they included a little mudbone card and an 8X10 glossy of rich with it. just an extra little bonus to be nice. they also wrote a sweet note on my receipt.

cool, right?

the picture of rich is still on my fridge. when hooch and sarah were here, sarah asked, ‘why do you have this here? inspiration?’

exactly.

anyway, i was on richardpryor.com recently and got redirected to pryorsplanet.com. this new site is for the non-profit animal rescue that rich and his wife started. she’s keeping it going. i ordered a small painting of rich, naked, dressed in african tribal accessories, aiming a bow and arrow at the viewer. the words, ‘what’s wrong with your natural?’ accompany. got another nice note with my receipt.

since it’s a non-profit, all the money goes to a good cause, and since i hate capitalistmas, i thought this would be a good place to get some gifts for the holidays.

so today i logged back on, tried to get a few shirts, and the website didn’t work. i found an email address, sent a question, and got an immediate response from this sweet lady named trudy. she sidesteps all the bullshit technical problems and tells me to just give her the sizes/colors i need and she’ll get me a total and send them off ‘so they’re there in time for christmas!’ all i had to do was make a donation to the site.

sorted in minutes.

don’t you wish the bank could solve problems like this? call your cell phone company with a problem and see how that works out for you. i mean i’m buying a shirt with dogs on it from a place that also sells a shirt that says ‘fuck you motherfucker!’ on the front. why can they handle my problems so well? what is it about these immoral godless people who support the use of impure, irreverent language that makes them so easy to deal with on a professional level? why are the true believers, those mall-shopping-rapture-wishing-god-fearing-god-blessing-america-loving-consumer-idiots, such pricks this time of the year? it’s capitalistmas after all, right? rudolph and shit. frosty and the manger and all that. makes me wanna lead a sing along. something about joy to the world and trampling minimum wage workers to death to save five bucks on cheap shit made by children in china. but i can’t come up with a melody.

anyway, the folks at pryor’s planet are just nice, sweet people doing good things.

if you like animals and have a sense of humor, check it out.

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