To womankind, I leave you with the knowledge that perfection did exist.
The rest is to be piled up, and burned in a pire, along with me, including all my guitars, and the pictures I told Alice I lost like 14 years ago, and the pictures I took of Pam when she got really drunk, and stayed here last year... she looks funny with her bra all pulled up, and shaving cream for pasties.
Ok womankind... NEAR perfection.
M