His rotting carcass is starting to smell.
Someone needs a diapy change!
Smell something? Depends…
It’s part of Terry Richardson’s new photo installation: “Old Man Shits Pants.”
“Ahhhhchooo! Sorry honey, my death allergy is REALLY acting up today!”
Larry, it’s not necessary to take the shirt out of the garment bag as soon as you get to your hotel room, but for God’s sake do it before you get down to the lobby.
“Fucking die already!”
He feels “hip”.
Even his jackets have suspenders.
That looks like the spot where Bobby Kennedy was shot. I think Larry was old back then too.
“Was that you, Larry? Or Bronson Pinchot in drag behind you?”
Yep, embalming fluid smells terrible.
Larry Motherfucking King has the best coke.
Larry’s farts smell like cat food, broken dreams, and mummies…
“I’m sorry that I keep laughing Larry… Go ahead and tell me again how you are gonna ‘Wreck me sexually’.”
“Wait. Where am I again?”
“Larry, if you swat me on the nose with a rolled up newspaper EVER again, I will divorce you so hard it will register on the Richter Scale.”
two words …. community property
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Larry King with his wife Shawn King at Craig's in West Hollywood. (September 11, 2103) -Photo: Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN