Why do I love Terry Crews so much? I shouldn't, but I totally do. I even found him hilarious in that stupid fucking 'Expendables' movie, and I don't think he was even trying to be funny.

You can blame his awful golddigging twat ex-wife and the needle up her arm for that. Just in case anyone forgot.

You can blame his awful golddigging twat ex-wife and the needle up her arm for that. Just in case anyone forgot.

I got the brand new doodoo guaranteed like YooHoo™ brand beverages.

I got the brand new doodoo guaranteed like YooHoo™ brand beverages.

Poor thing. Maybe a nap will help.

Poor thing. Maybe a nap will help.

And play it on a loop on a video screen embedded in his tombstone.

And play it on a loop on a video screen embedded in his tombstone.

I think they did that on 'Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip' too.

I think they did that on 'Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip' too.

A Frank Miller-esque '70s thriller would undoubtedly feature Frank Miller looking under every couch cushion for all the secret Muslims he is CONVINCED are hiding there. In the '70s.

A Frank Miller-esque '70s thriller would undoubtedly feature Frank Miller looking under every couch cushion for all the secret Muslims he is CONVINCED are hiding there. In the '70s.

Your mom is on VHS.

Your mom is on VHS.

Whatever. I'll take Mixmaster Mike yelling with his hands any day of the week. Two turntables and a mixer. That's it.

Whatever. I'll take Mixmaster Mike yelling with his hands any day of the week. Two turntables and a mixer. That's it.

I saw The Crystal Method do the exact same thing at an in-store in San Francisco years ago. They stood at the back of the stage drinking Diet Cokes while their fucking laptops did all the work. Fuck that shit.

I saw The Crystal Method do the exact same thing at an in-store in San Francisco years ago. They stood at the back of the stage drinking Diet Cokes while their fucking laptops did all the work. Fuck that shit.

I realize he's dead now, but is there any chance this clip could be used for this feature? It's Bill Hicks telling the story of one of his worst gigs. It's a doozy. LSD, guns, death threats, rednecks, the works. Enjoy.