I was saddened to learn today that Patrick Swayze has pancreatic cancer and
may not have much time left. Damn. Some of my favorite films include the be-mulleted Mr. Swayze. Whether he was
waging a guerrilla war versus the Soviets in
Red Dawn,
kicking some drunk redneck ass in
Road House, robbing banks and surfing the edge in
Point Break or pulling Baby out of her corner in
Dirty Dancing, Patrick Swayze taught a generation American boys how to be men. So, in order to honor his struggle to beat cancer, I have created some
Save Swayze gear. Fuck you, Patrick Swayze's pancreatic cancer.
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