Dude, that is so NOT COOL.

Dear Keith Richards,

What. The. Fuck. Is. The. Matter. With. You?

Seriously, you�ve surpassed Michael �Wacko Jacko� Jackson as the most fucked up celebrity on the planet. (And, needless to say, that�s a pretty big feat and not something to be aspired to EVER.)

Strangely enough, I�ve never felt the need to snort the ashes � illicit/fun drugs mixed in or not � of my grandparents or of Ms. Mew.*

I mean, why in the BLUE FUCK would you mix cocaine in with someone�s ashes? Unless the ashes in question are yours, I doubt that they�d intensify the high or anything like that. If anything all you�ve done is made yourself look like a creep and waste what was probably some fine-quality blow.

No love,
evil

* Though this is psychologically interesting from a grief-recovery point of view. Arguably, Mr. Richards may have been snorting his father because he couldn�t stand to say goodbye to him/deal with his father's death. This type of behaviour reminds me of Jeffrey Dahmer who (after having been abandoned by the people he loved for most of his life) ate his victims so they�d never leave him.

Though it�d probably be safer to conclude that drugs � when ingested as frequently as Keith Richards ingests them � breaks your fucking brain. (As if Ozzy Osbourne wasn�t warning enough.) Overindulging in drugs is bad, mmmkay?

ETA: Apparently this Keith Richards was just bullshitting the interviewer. Whatever, Guy. Whatever.