Al Cant Hang called me from St. Martin to get the Eagles score. They polished off four bottles of So-Co in record time. He's alive and well. This concludes today's Al Cant Hang update... approved of course by Al Cant Hang.
In case Al Cant Hang doesn't come back, he blogged his Will...
In the event of a terrible accident...I feel sorry for the Amish kid.
To Scott, I leave all my bottles of Southern. I think a Texan should be able to make proper us of my stash.
To Pauly, I leave my actual blog. He already has 10,689 blogs. What's one more?
To BoyGenius, I leave our semi-weekly game with Lewey. That should build the bankroll nicely or drive you crazy. Not sure which would come first.
To Iggy, I leave my bankroll. Apparently he'll need it according to some low life anonymous commenter on his site. Idiots. Oh, don't get me going about anonymous commenters. Iggy > everyone.
To Halverson, I leave you Minnesota. It's not mine to give, but you can have it. Hey, at least the Gourds played there. I don't even think they know that Philly exists.
To HDub, I leave my incredible poker skills. Actually, I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I take it back.
To the Amish kid down the road, I leave my liver.
To Landow, I leave a clue.
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