when asking everyone to chime in on their feelings of our dearly departed, it was an overwhelming mix of grief, sadness, relief, reminisce...but i think my friend, tony, crystallized it eloquently in his uncanny ability to boil it down to the lowest common denominator with his recollection, un-edited portion here:
"...my friend's paper cut on his dickhead as he tried to fuck a hole he cut in that poster..."
what's the famous saying? for every dick paper cut, an angel gets its wings!(?) fly on, ms. fawcett...fly on...
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