I miss him, too.
I know it's small consolation, but I've viewed Gag Factor 32 and it inspired a song. Apologies to
Willie and Waylon and the boys. Papas Don't Let Your Daughters Grow Up To Be Gag Whores
Gag whores are easy to love, but they have no soul.
They'll sell themselves for a song and some diamonds or gold.
Clear platform heels, and tight fittin' g-strings,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't finance her, an' she don't die young,
She'll prob'ly just fade away.
Papas, don't let your daughters grow up to be gag whores.
Don't let 'em dance strip clubs or dress up like sluts,
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Papas, don't let your daughters grow up to be gag whores.
'Cos you'll see it from home, upside down, jerkoffzone,
With a pistoning penis above.
Gag whores blow creepy old porn mopes, and queer gokkun fanbois,
Crippled old rich guys, Negroes, and Brandon some night.
Them that don't know it soon will and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take her.
"She ain't wrong, she's just different," but her tears won't let her,
Move on with her Gag Factored life.
Papas, don't let your daughters grow up to be gag whores.
Don't let 'em dance strip clubs or dress up like sluts,
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Papas, don't let your daughters grow up to be gag whores.
'Cos you'll see it from home, upside down, jerkoffzone,
With a pistoning penis above.
-Chuck, Vegetarian fanboy
but you got waaaaay too much time on your hands 
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