Richard Pryor es Muerto.

Bow yo' head!(yeah yeah yeah, I know you're thinking(in the words of the Goodie Mobb) "it's just another nigger to me"), but you'ont(do not) know shit. He was seminal, and had some kids too; his work was seminal, you dirty seeded minded fool. My umber brother-from another mother-fucker in your face-World! Here's to all those girls missing friends, isn't it odd how you can get two of them together from forever ago and it'll be missing twin time, where a thousand stories will meet the other half of their beginning and end, spilling like water, make that dirty wine and cigarettes, beer and maybe a shot of this or that and a squeezed almond Di Saronno ending; rolling up windows on the boys after they make the play play that is the imperative, evidently; don't they know that ignoring in plain sight is irresistible? Human Nature 101. Isn't it odd how girls can be talking wherever, and you can be standing right next to them, and yet the talk will remain in their little bubble of conversation? Skills!