*raises his glass* Well ther is another fookin Hurricane coming for us. This time for texas. I may not make it so I wish to say it has been an honor and a privelege to know each and every one of you. From the mods to Mr. crapper it has been fun. If I dont make it back I leave my pants to mr crapper. my booze to Flood Control and my guns to who ever wants them. Martini racer gets my truck. Teedle can have what is left. I didnt for get I have a bottle for you to Texas Ben its in the mail. To steelbullet proof I leave my Xbox, Play well honey and kill many. To smalls I leave my stack of playboys it is all you will ever get. To kingcream all my animals and land. To Dmb fn I leave my alien ware love it as I have. If I make it back I want all my stuff back though. . . except my pants from mr crapper he can keep them. To the end! *drinks his drink*
(All of the above is the happenings of a drunk texan with acess to a computer.)
[Edited on 9/20/2005]
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*Rolls through the alchohol induced flames and tackles Emerson while on fire.* Die you dirty red neck whore!