A/N: I decided to wrap this up instead of writing what others had to say to our lad. So here is the last entry. Some of you Guessed it, some of you didn't, but it's been fun. Here goes.

You are my selling partner, best friend and brother. What can I say other than, thank you? Thank you for tolerating me in my most whiney moods. And in my pissed off ones, where I'd rather be alone, sulking and feeling sorry for myself, thanks for never leaving me alone to wallow in my own self- pity, even if it took a slap in the face to get me to face it all like a man, to be able to tell a friend. Thanks for picking up ladies with me, and then picking up the pieces of my broken heart after said ladies abandon me. Thanks for the endless advice on the stupid stuff. Thanks for listening when I didn't want you to, thanks for knowing exactly what to do when I didn't. Thanks for the games, the jokes, the laughs. Really all in all thanks for being a friend. Who knew you had a soft side? Anyway I love ya kid.

-Mush

PS. Damn that was kinda feminine, after you read this lets go drink some beer or something, maybe smoke a cigar or too.

PPS. That bet. I think I'm catching up, it's like 10-12 or something (Well since we've been keeping talley that is) And really it's not fair because the only reason you have two over me is your goddamn missing eye. I mean, les poules, really go for that sob-story. Pity, my friend, pity is what gives you that edge. Don't worry, I'm gonna get it back. Just wait. JUST WAIT!

A/N: so that's that. Place you're final reviews. If I get enough interest I may go around and write blink's response to a few of them. Alrighty let me know what you think.

Les poules- "Chicks"