
R.I.P., Barney Fife. Whether you were gettin' down with the ladies, shootin' yourself in the foot, or playing a fish, I always thought you were a bit of a pimp. A nervous, gangly, bug-eyed pimp, but a pimp nonetheless.
Just when I think I'm out, Mark Foley and Kim Jong-Il pull me back in.
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