Is it just me, or is everyone sad about the passing of Bea Arthur?
Her dry, deadpan delivery. Her wit. Her groundbreaking, trailblazing career.
How many mornings after gigs have I woken up only to remark, "I sound just like Bea Arthur"?
How many punchlines to how many jokes? Jesus. And then to see her roast Pamela Anderson - so ancient, but still got it. Still hilarious.
How sad must Sarah Silverman be who roasted Bea with such sweet perfection. And now "flabbedy vagina" is used by women everywhere, particularly in my circles.
What a tragic loss. What a great broad.
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