Our esteemed landlord here at Apartment 201 has moved on to that great bachelor pad in the sky. We'll miss you, Mr. Furley, and your utterly foppish ways whilst sipping whiskey at The Regal Beagle.
We'll miss you, Ralph. Someone said today you used to be a sheriff's deputy in some small redneck village. How interesting.
Meanwhile, Fernando Vargas, despite talking serious smack on Rome's show this week, done got his face beat in like a mofo.
"Maybe it's a tumor."
"IZ NOTTA TUMAH!"
You look so sad in that picture in the right column!
Which one, they come out randomly
ow ow ow!