On his last day he would drown himself in an ocean of Budweiser Beer.
And hump all the pretty honies that he could.
Kick all his enemies in the butt.
And say a quick goodbye to his family and friends.
Enjoy a nice walk on the beach.
And get ready to meet most of his friends already dead in hell.
Where he will get a warm greeting.
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