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First , no one besides us thinks about Opie and Anthony. Even the people who listened 20 years ago but stopped won’t recognize his name. Even if they did, they would assume it was another Anthony Cumia based on how ugly and disgusting and different he looks compared to 2004.
Second, not a single website will report on his death. Not one.
Third, his family is all waiting for him to die. He is a fucking bum who no doubt has some sort of will or life insurance. He is more trouble having around. No doubt Dawn and Joe are waiting for their babybro to kick the bucket so they can get that sweet $$$ without him being a stuck up dickhead to them or making creepy pedophile jokes about their children. His girlfriend will thank GOD he finally died and so will all his exes.
Lets go down the list of people who knew him.
Opie would say “Yeah that sucks man” for a minute or two of his show then move on. No long remembrances or tributes. Jimmy will go “Yeah man he was fuckin funny man” but completely worm his way out of any praise for fear of backlash wether from SXM or the media, and thats it. Sam will offer the same empty condolences ala “He helped me get my start in radio”. People like Geno, Chrissy, and Shuli are so irrelevant they’re not even remembered as they’re alive. Every one of his followers would just find some other dude who rants about niggers to scratch their itch. Bennington, any other radio host, any other comedian, will not even mention him. The only person who would be reasonably upset is Bobo, but that goldfish brained tard would forget upon seeing a shiny object or a womans tits.
Finally, you have us, the REAL and ONLY “true fans”. You know whats the most positive thing we could say about him? “He was funny when he was on the radio, and he ruined that all to tweet about blacks 24/7.” In fact, thats how most will refer to him as. Not Anthony of the Opie and Anthony show, but Anthony the nigger guy.
No benefit. No funeral. No remembrance. The only permeant record of his existence is his hate filled and deranged twitter account, and the hours upon hours of radio where he only played second fiddle and was a laugh track.
For any other normal human being this would be a reverse Ebenezer Scrooge. A man sees how miserable he’s made everyone in his life and how he’s amounted to nothing and tries at the 11th hour to turn it all around with this new insight.
But nope. Keep drinking, keep tweeting, keep giggling, keep tittering, keep lisping, pass out, repeat.
Perfect life!
Second, not a single website will report on his death. Not one.
Third, his family is all waiting for him to die. He is a fucking bum who no doubt has some sort of will or life insurance. He is more trouble having around. No doubt Dawn and Joe are waiting for their babybro to kick the bucket so they can get that sweet $$$ without him being a stuck up dickhead to them or making creepy pedophile jokes about their children. His girlfriend will thank GOD he finally died and so will all his exes.
Lets go down the list of people who knew him.
Opie would say “Yeah that sucks man” for a minute or two of his show then move on. No long remembrances or tributes. Jimmy will go “Yeah man he was fuckin funny man” but completely worm his way out of any praise for fear of backlash wether from SXM or the media, and thats it. Sam will offer the same empty condolences ala “He helped me get my start in radio”. People like Geno, Chrissy, and Shuli are so irrelevant they’re not even remembered as they’re alive. Every one of his followers would just find some other dude who rants about niggers to scratch their itch. Bennington, any other radio host, any other comedian, will not even mention him. The only person who would be reasonably upset is Bobo, but that goldfish brained tard would forget upon seeing a shiny object or a womans tits.
Finally, you have us, the REAL and ONLY “true fans”. You know whats the most positive thing we could say about him? “He was funny when he was on the radio, and he ruined that all to tweet about blacks 24/7.” In fact, thats how most will refer to him as. Not Anthony of the Opie and Anthony show, but Anthony the nigger guy.
No benefit. No funeral. No remembrance. The only permeant record of his existence is his hate filled and deranged twitter account, and the hours upon hours of radio where he only played second fiddle and was a laugh track.
For any other normal human being this would be a reverse Ebenezer Scrooge. A man sees how miserable he’s made everyone in his life and how he’s amounted to nothing and tries at the 11th hour to turn it all around with this new insight.
But nope. Keep drinking, keep tweeting, keep giggling, keep tittering, keep lisping, pass out, repeat.
Perfect life!
