So, raise your glass. A true original has left us.
Wherever you are I hope the beer is cold and the g-strings are comfortable.
Fueled by diet colas. Driven by boredom. Shuffling towards adulthood. Stuttering through heart to hearts. Napping through Narcolepsy. Entertained by damn near everything. Staring at a field full of tulips and thinking seriously about getting down with some tip-toeing.