R.I.P., Jackie Collins (4/10/37 – 19/9/15)

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Whether you liked her books or not, lady was at the top of her game and worked her craft to the nines. Consummate professional. :rose:

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Jacqueline Jill "Jackie" Collins (October 4, 1937 – September 19, 2015) was an English novelist. She wrote 32 novels, all of which have appeared on The New York Times bestsellers list. In total, her books have sold over 500 million copies and have been translated into 40 languages. Eight of her novels have been adapted for the screen, either as films or television mini-series. She was the younger sister of actress Joan Collins.
 
You always doing these R.I.P threads. And it always motherfuckers that doesn't even know you. Tighten up, bbygirl.
 
Wow...sad. I didn't care for her books as an adult, but when I was a pre-teen, they were among those I used to sneak and read, "grown-up books."

Many love her.
 
I didn't much care for her books, but I respected her as a writer. :(
 
Wow. Seems like I just saw her on a promotion tour, but maybe not. When I was younger, her books were a guilty pleasure. RIP.
 
You always doing these R.I.P threads. And it always motherfuckers that doesn't even know you. Tighten up, bbygirl.

Funny you say this, Tic Tac Shakur. You eat and feed your kids trash lamp-heated dinners from Burger King to McDonald's at least five times a week and you don't even know the names of the people who created the companies taking your money, much less the people at the register serving it to you when everyone involved in feeding your ass could've spit or sneezed on them shits from patty slap to wrap.

Learn how to cook fo' yo'self, bbyboy. And not just opening up Chef Boyardee cans into a pot, neither!

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Wow...sad. I didn't care for her books as an adult, but when I was a pre-teen, they were among those I used to sneak and read, "grown-up books."

Many love her.

I didn't much care for her books, but I respected her as a writer. :(

Wow. Seems like I just saw her on a promotion tour, but maybe not. When I was younger, her books were a guilty pleasure. RIP.

My mother read her stuff as guilty pleasures. I cut my reading teeth on a few, mostly to see when the next sex scene would come along. Nowadays, they'd be considered Skinemax or Showtime After Dark level smut. :D
 
Makes me want to watch some Golden Girls. :)
 
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Funny you say this, Tic Tac Shakur. You eat and feed your kids trash lamp-heated dinners from Burger King to McDonald's at least five times a week and you don't even know the names of the people who created the companies taking your money, much less the people at the register serving it to you when everyone involved in feeding your ass could've spit or sneezed on them shits from patty slap to wrap.

Learn how to cook fo' yo'self, bbyboy. And not just opening up Chef Boyardee cans into a pot, neither!

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My mother read her stuff as guilty pleasures. I cut my reading teeth on a few, mostly to see when the next sex scene would come along. Nowadays, they'd be considered Skinemax or Showtime After Dark level smut. :D

Tic Tac Shakur?? Gotta admit, that made me laugh.

I could eat cereal all day,every day. Fuck I need to know how to cook for? Oodles and Noodles and tuna fish and shit like that. If I'm hungry, I know how to get fed.

You making threads for motherfuckers that doesn't even know you. Why bother?
 
Tic Tac Shakur?? Gotta admit, that made me laugh.

I could eat cereal all day,every day. Fuck I need to know how to cook for? Oodles and Noodles and tuna fish and shit like that. If I'm hungry, I know how to get fed.

You making threads for motherfuckers that doesn't even know you. Why bother?

Well...how can I say...?

Your persona is still that of a man-child that doesn't understand the ways of the greater world outside his front door screen. To explain to you the significance of obituary recognition of renowned people in this world who have touched many others through their craft would be like sitting down to teach algebra to a wet brick on the hottest day of the summer with no shade.

But trust that when you get bodied from living amongst your "daily urban violence" as according to your mans Q's sage observance of your habitat, I'll be the first one to make a dead thread for you, even though there won't be anything of substance to show and tell for it. ;)
 
Well...how can I say...?

Your persona is still that of a man-child that doesn't understand the ways of the greater world outside his front door screen. To explain to you the significance of obituary recognition of renowned people in this world who have touched many others through their craft would be like sitting down to teach algebra to a wet brick on the hottest day of the summer with no shade.

But trust that when you get bodied from living amongst your "daily urban violence" as according to your mans Q's sage observance of your habitat, I'll be the first one to make a dead thread for you, even though there won't be anything of substance to show and tell for it. ;)

I understand how people touch people through their craft. Alot of rappers touch me. That being said, Kevin Gates could die today, and I wouldn't give a fuck about it tomorrow. I don't know that man, and he doesn't know me.

Would he shed a tear if I die? No. So why will I shed one if he die?

I lost a lot of real people that I knew and love. I will continue to lose more. I don't got time to be caring about motherfuckers dying that I don't know. Dig?
 
Somewhere in the past I remember reading a short interview with her and she outright said she used the same phrases over and over between books, that her writing was a matter of saying the same thing in different ways.

That said, maybe this will slow the torrent of her books one finds at yard sales.
 
I understand how people touch people through their craft. Alot of rappers touch me. That being said, Kevin Gates could die today, and I wouldn't give a fuck about it tomorrow. I don't know that man, and he doesn't know me.

Would he shed a tear if I die? No. So why will I shed one if he die?

I lost a lot of real people that I knew and love. I will continue to lose more. I don't got time to be caring about motherfuckers dying that I don't know. Dig?

Ten "I's" in one short response smooth. Pretty typical, if it's not about the self obsessed you, you're not interested.
 
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