Got word rodent passed in NYC night before last. Shame he was a youngin. i don't have any details as to how or what happened. and i know there are several rodents out there. i am talking about dirt poor rodent.
i just kicked it with him the day before he died we were drinkin rum in the chruch yard off of saint marks then i find out hes dead alot of people here in nyc are talkin about a memorial i dont kno if its gunna happen or not hopefully it does rest in peace man we had sum shit show times
Yeah it was a really awful sad day. We got the call that Dassa was in the pound. So we spread word trying to find him. Then we got the terrible news that he had passed about an hour later. So we went to pick up Dassa and she went home with Toothless Dave, and is doing very well.
But of course after all that I had to make a million phone calls to make sure his closest friends would know before it was all over facebook. It was all very sad. He was a good friend and is missed terribly.
R.I.P Rodent. you were a fun mother fucker to rage it with. i bet you never knew how many people cared about ya but you shoulda seen the turnout for yer memorial. im glad i got to see you atleast right before this happened.
The first $50 in donations go towards paying our monthly server fees and adding new features to the website. Once this goal is reached, we'll see about feeding Matt that burrito.
Buy Matt a Beer
$35.00 of $75.00
Now that we have the bills paid for this month, let's give Matt a hearty thank you by buying him a drink for all the hard work he's done for StP. Hopefully this will help keep him from going insane after a long day of squishing website bugs.
Feed Matt a Burrito
$35.00 of $100.00
Now that the bills are paid and Matt has a beer in his hand, how about showing him your love by rewarding all his hard work with a big fat burrito to put in his mouth. This will keep him alive while programming new features for the website.
Finance the Shopping Cart
$35.00 of $200.00
Now that the bills are paid and Matt is fed, perhaps it's time to start planning for those twilight years under the bridge... if only he had that golden shopping cart all the oogles are bragging about these days.