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Most people don't truly understand the importance of this creature. He changed the world in the arts (music-fashion-film, you fucking name it), through shock and awe. Even in his later years with the secret release of The Next Day and it's controversial music video. He pushed the boundaries and reinvented himself time and time again. A true chameleon. People not only wanted to be around him, they wanted to be him. He was an instant star. He collaborated with the greatest minds and greatest artist the world has known. He inspired generations, and will continue to inspire decades even centuries to come. He taught us that we can be heroes, even if it's just for one day. Here's to David Bowie, may his spirit float in the most peculiar way and everyday be like Chicago on September 23rd. He will be missed, and he will forever be loved. Now let's put on our red shoes and dance the blues. #RIPDavidBowie

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I'm sorry, is this something we can sign up for? Like have a silhouette of a dick on the back of my license?

If Madagascar decided to remake Blues Brothers this is what it would look like.

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Sidewalks that lead to nowhere. #FloridaShit

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It's a sad day in comedy today. RIP Harold Ramis. #icollectsporesmoldsandfungus

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Thank you to everyone for all your kind words and support. My dad is pretty much 100% back and cleaning the house (I tried to stop him). If you've ever met me and though I was stubborn he's twice as stubborn. And he's planning on going to church on Sunday, because the just what he does. Like he's going to miss service over a stroke...

Yesterday morning my dad had a stroke.

It was the single most terrifying moment in my life. Sitting next to him on the floor, with tears running down my face, thinking my father is dying right before my eyes. The left side of his face drooping, as he’s struggling to tell us that he can’t feel his arm or leg and constantly repeating, “Why is this happening to me? I’m sorry, God.”

As ambulance were taking him to the hospital I quickly grabbed my things to go with my sister to meet my brother and mother at the hospital. One of the things I grabbed was my dad’s bible. I don’t know why I did this. I not by any means religious but I found comfort knowing that it was even in the same building as he was.

Within 5 hours my father’s face was back to normal, he regained feeling in his foot, leg, and was lifting his arm above his head. Within 12 hours he was able to have normal conversation, move his leg slightly and even sign paperwork. In less than 36 hours he was back to his normal self.

It is indescribable the tidal wave of emotions from seeing your father on the floor thinking, ‘this is the last time I will ever see him alive’, to the joy of him being able to talk to him as if nothing happened.

I will never forget yesterday nor the words my dad told me while in the emergency room; “El gato tiene 9 vidas, yo le voy a ganar. Don’t you worry, I’m going to walk out of here. I promise.”

You better fucking believe he did just that. My dad is one tough son of a bitch.

Love you, Daddy.