I did some thinking and decided if I don't make it back I hereby leave:
my boat to Max, I'm tired of him only fishing longbranch.
My rods to Feelay, maybe he can figure out what's wring with em
my crankbaits to maj, the boy is never gonna have enough.
My line collection to dd, he ain't got a clue where those stumps are
my good looks to sat, nuff said.
My colon to torch, the boy needs it. Bad
my post count to g3, he's been threatening for months anyway.
My intimate knowledge of the ms lakes to triton, the boy ought to know where all the sandbars are.
My home to navy, he's got to have some place to come back to
my charm to speck, the boy needs to have something going for him
my batteries to yikessssss, I here he's starting a collection
my money to bigger, looks like he's gonna end up with most of it either way this year
my Saturdays off to duck, only way he's gonna qualify for the championship this year
my sense of humor to cn, the girl knows best what to do with it
my jigs to creek, I here he goes through a bunch of em up there at greets ferry
my legs to cowboy, cause it ain't right for a man to have to walk around on what he's got.
My flowing and shiny hair to 101, would hate to see folks start calling him little torch
my da table to mr Jim, his is about to wear slap out
I know I'm leaving off a bunch, so the rest of you stop by after the funeral and is will pick you out something nice.
