Farewell my Gay one. You will be sorely missed in the Tri-State area. We will remember all the times of you and Horatio frolicking in the water hydrant in your speedo's. Although we knew it would not last forever, we didn't know it would end so soon. Horatio cries himself to sleep every night knowing where you are headed. Please be safe. We have heard the stories of the back woods of Kentucky and hope you will not be violated to the point of becoming another statistic. Please make the only pictures we see of you be on here and not on the side of a milk carton. If you hear banjo's begining to play, just run. Run as fast as you can away from the sounds, because you shure do got a purty mouth Gay Jeep. Be Safe. Love Horatio.