Damn! Wally’s passing hit me kind of slowly. It was sort of like my reaction when Roy Rogers died. At first my reaction was “Oh, how sad!”, but then as I read the other responses, I began to realize how much Wally meant to us.
I hardly knew him and was enjoying the process of getting to know and appreciate this goofy, wise fellow. Now he’s gone.
Damn!
Somebody pass me a beer.
Falcon, I wouldn’t do any at the DC Doper fest, but I’ll do one now for Wally. Putz
I’ll be more than happy to grope, lust and basically be myself in Wally’s name. I don’t think I ever sunk so low to be called… you know… that name… but I don’t think he’d mind me making a few quick passes and a grasp here and there…
Ah…
Wally, gonna miss you, guy. No putz’s there, right? Let’s hope not.
Best!
Byz
Alright you putzi, enough moping around! 
It’s time to eat greasy food, drink too much good likker, and sing bad and loud. An occasional bad joke would be appreciated, also. This is WallyM7’s wake, so let’s throw him a good one!
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