My friend Gary died today. I don't know how, I don't know why. All I know for sure, is he's gone. I am left with only questions and memories of my dear departed friend. My friend Gary loved fitness challenges, hot sauce, dogs, pizza, and flunking out of college 11 times. His depression and social anxiety made Norwegian pussies dry up on sight. He never scored, but he never stopped trying. I'd like to think there's a little Gary in all of us. The world beats us down, like the fascist mods on this site, but we fight back. We will not go gently into that good night. We will rage, rage against the dying of the light. And if we PM Dawg enough, he will grant us a second chance. And maybe, just maybe, a free month of Gold to see the NSFW pics. That's all Gary wanted. Just a chance. And they wouldn't give it to him. One time, he broke a toilet with his gigantic forehead. Now he's dead, and there's a gigantic hole in our hearts. We have, as a great man once said, "suffered a big loss." The stars over Oslo look a little darker tonight.