Monday, August 27, 2007

Noblesse Oblige

Got to hell, Richie. Go straight to hell.

From Harvey Hits #3 (November 1957).

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Posted by Sleestak at 8/27/2007 01:42:00 AM

4 comments:

  1. Jon the Intergalactic GladiatorMonday, August 27, 2007 6:57:00 AM

    Hey, Richie's a nice kid.

    Too bad John Larroquette jobbed to him in that lame movie, but a paycheck's a paycheck, I suppose.

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  2. So-Called Austin MayorMonday, August 27, 2007 4:01:00 PM

    "C'mon baby, eat the rich
    "Put the bite on that son of a bitch"
    -- Motörhead, musicians, narcotics adventurers and economic philosophers

    http://tinyurl.com/2omdn2

    -- SCAM

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  3. ChanceTuesday, August 28, 2007 4:26:00 PM

    Richie's a feudalistic creep. I know your poverty-stricken friend, who lives in a shack, is proud and would refuse outright charity, but cripes, have one of your business contacts get his dad a job unrelated to the Rich empire. Arrange for oil to be found under his shack. Rig the lottery. Something. Anything rather than this shabby pretense of equality.

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  4. AnonymousWednesday, July 09, 2008 3:45:00 PM

    Those who aren't long-time fans of Richie might gape at the size of that fish he's reeling in, relative to his own 86-pound frame. That's not an oversight, however. Those ridiculous cuffs on his shirt? Made of superdense white dwarf matter. I don't recall precisely how he acquired them, but it definitely involved Little Dot and his lightbulb-headed nemesis Dr. N-R-Gee.

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