Hey there are day's I feel like Portnoy too, granted though I have never whacked off in a piece of liver, but uh, is that important?.......Hellfire, I even had a cousin who hung himself with a note atached to his shirt which said, "I did it. I admit it. I killed Christ. Signed, Morty." Now that's guilt. So where's my food? Where's the tapedeck? I mean like, where's the love for the Buckeye?

Spaw (All kidding aside, those were wonderful thoughts and gifts you guys!!! Rick, you are I'm sure honored and justly so...but I'm sure as much by the friendship as the gesture)