Yeah, like I really feel bad about that, especially after the semester I roomed with you, Pappy. A missing stereo remote, cans of soup that went out the window, and a pair of sunglasses that I still haven't found. And countless others that I probably never found out about. Stop bitching. We went back and forth with that shit, we called you old, you left us in a parking lot in December. We called you old again, you stole something of ours. It was the cirlce of life. Get over it.