Later, Roy, have fun in up at the Rednekk Riviera and give a shout out to WindRyder for us.

I'll miss you whenever I look at the photoz you took of me touching myself while kiteboarding. I am so tore up about this, I am going to vent my frustration through poetry, which is how I express myself when straight talk (if you pardon the expression) won't suffice:

Ode to Roy by E Bone

Roy, I love myself; I want you to love me
When I feel down; I want you above me
I search myself; I want you to find me
I forget myself; I want you to remind me

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you Roy I touch myself
Ooh I don't want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no

You're the one who makes me come runnin'
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughin'
I want to make you mine

I close my eyes and see you before me
Think I would die if you were to ignore me
A fool could see just how much I adore you
I'd get down on my knees; I'd do anything for you

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you Roy I touch myself
ahh ohh i don't want anybody else
oh no oh on oh no yeah

I want you
I don't want anybody else
and when i think about you; i touch myself
ooh ooOoh ooOoh aaaaahhhh

I honestly do, Roy,
I touch myself