The Fuck You Friends.
Wherein I make up my own Justice League of Comedy.
In my idealized universe, there are superhero teams made up of dead comedians.
The Fuck You Friends (pronounced like “Fuck you, friends!”) has a membership thus:
George Burns, the grizzled, war-weary super-mind who leads the team remotely from a secret bunker in Beverly Hills;
Gracie Allen, George’s most trusted adviser;
Lenny Bruce, the “bad boy” scrapper who keeps getting the team into fights with other super-teams (also thrown into jail);
Andy Kaufman, the alien from planet Bizzaro who thinks outside the box and is just as likely to punch his own teammates as the bad-guys;
Lucille Ball, the group’s bombshell and mechanical genius;
Phil Hartman, the “Aquaman” of the group;
Bill Hicks, who is the non-superpowered genius of the group and lives in cave;
Sam Kinison, whose sonic scream can devastate entire blocks;
John Candy, the character who best embodies the teams ‘heart’;
Bernie Mac, the team’s smooth-talking con-man type;
Richard Pryor, who can set himself on fire;
Mitch Hedberg, the guy with connections to get the drugs;
George Carlin, whose powerful fists can shatter steel; and
John Ritter, the team’s secretly subversive PR man (who eventually betrays them).
The team spends their days doing drugs and committing minor crimes. Every now and then they come into conflict with other teams made up of undead pop/rock musicians and the corpse of JFK.
I would subscribe to a comic about this. crisper needs to pitch it to his people.
Comments on The Fuck You Friends.
Belushi as pilot and martial artist.
I cannot believe that I missed this one.
Weirdly enough, just this morning I was musing on what sort of character I would spring out of Belushi-as-basis, as a result of having the thought “When Belushi was my age, he’d been dead for five years.”
I think we’ve all been dead for five years at our age.
Heard dat.
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