We fought hard, we fought well. We made some tremendous friends, and pissed off one or two fuck-knuckles as well.

But alas, *=PuD=* is no more.

Perhaps, as you answer the Call Of Duty, you'll see a familiar dogtag...hear a familiar voice...feel a familiar humping on your leg...and you'll remember us fondly. The Ghost of Daisies Past lives on.

So long, and thanks for all the spankings.

PuD