RIP Monk. I will never forget how wild and crazy you were in the first COH2 game I ever played with you guys. I thought "This guy is on drugs!" Little did I know, I was spot on.

You never knew which Monk was gonna play coh with you that evening. Drunk Monk. Sober Monk. High Monk. Hungover Monk. Always an exciting person and even when COH2 tempers flared and we'd all get mad each other, we just que again.

So, one last time for the GULLS_Monk CAWWW CAWWWWWWW!

We'll never forget you, man.

RIP Monk. I will never uninstall Coh2 ever again. Wherever you are, keeping ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ up those Tigers.

Rest well Monk. You crazy bastard.

"Took a dump on your pizza"
"Mortar her family"

The classics will stay with us forever.

God speed Monk. You'll always be with us.

Miss you bro, especially your word play with poop.

I can't believe you're gone. I can't believe you went peacefully and not on a drug bender or a motorcycle accident or a plane crash or some kind of gaming induced house fire or shot by border control trying to go to someone's wedding. I always thought you'd stay at my new house up here one day. You're welcome anytime.