I would just like to start by saying. We are all going to miss you PD, but definitely some more than others. I accompanied Roast the day he went to browse motorcycles looking for you, PantyD, and I bought a motorcycle instead. But a few months later, alone, Roast found you. You PDropper were Roasts choice of investment when he had no money to invest. You Panty Dropper were an integral influence in the necessary house refinancing and subsequent upside down mortgage (there was also some contribution from the divorce, but that was just depressing). For all we know PD you may have necessitated that divorce, or at least made it easier for Roast to give up on the sanctity of marriage. You have been there for it all Panty Dropper. The good days and bad days, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death did you part. And so today we say goodbye PD. You will remain a blissful memory for Roast and for me you remain a good story I will pass along to other barfly’s on occasion. I would like to end with a poem entitled “A Panty Dropper Celebration.”

Yamaha Blue, aluminum frame

Even Roast with no skills could get in the game.

Girls giggle wildly while sitting on back

Their tits on Roast’s shoulders, and hands on his sack.

But aside from the obvious lure and appeal

You drove Roast to work, a friend’s house, or drug deal.

Four carbureted cylinders, jets tuned just right

Your throaty exhaust would rattle windows at night.

Roast waxed you and buffed you and kept you indoors

He put you above all the hype, dope and whores.

A symbol of freedom, a vision of dreamers.

Without you Panty Dropper, Roasts’ dick’s just a wiener.

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