I remember years ago when my dad had a record of "Richard Pryor Live on the Sunset Strip". My older sister decided to play it, and I heard some words that I wasn't familiar with at such a young age. Fortunately, I had the common sense not to repeat them, so my mother never had to slap the taste out of my mouth, so to speak.
LOS ANGELES - Richard Pryor, the groundbreaking comedian whose profanely personal insights into race relations and modern life made him one of Hollywood's biggest black stars, died of a heart attack Saturday. He was 65.
Pryor died shortly before 8 a.m. after being taken to a hospital from his home in the San Fernando Valley, said his business manager, Karen Finch. He had been ill for years with multiple sclerosis, a degenerative disease of the nervous system.
"We loved him and will miss you," his ex-wife, Flynn Pryor, said from her Florida home...
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Comedians after them tried to "outcuss" him, but most of them just sounded like they've been licking a toilet rim. I prefer the cleaner styles of Bill Cosby and Sinbad, but I could overlook Pryor's potty mouth most of the time for one simple reason: he was funny.
R.I.P.
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