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After random hookups in New Orleans with three strippers* trying to work their way through college**, perhaps the best part of drinking ridiculous amounts of alcohol is getting nostalgic with your buddies. And other than pouring one for your homies on lock, perhaps the next most important thing is remembering your friends who could no longer make it.

And, well, since I'm still youngish, all my drinking buddies, past and present, are still more or less alive. So rather than start Googling for potential obituaries, which seems creepy and weird and, damn, talk about a buzzkill, I figured it would be a better idea to salute one of my dearly departed pop culture friends.

And with that introduction aside, I'd like for you to join me in a toast to my oldest and dearest movie character friend, well, the oldest at least, Blue from Old School, who died sadly but gloriously while wrasslin' and, let's be honest here, groping several nubile young ladies in a pit of adult personal lubricant.

So please raise your glass, which hopefully is filled with booze of some sort, or at least something sparkling, and join me in this toast.

Dear Blue, this drink is for you, my friend. You have set an example for all of us to follow.

You're my boy, Blue. You're my boy!

Or, as a screwed-up advice doctor once put it...

The physical body of Blue died, yes, but let's face it, the man kicked so much ass and kicked so many balls, that you know he died a happy man. And his spirit lives on, wherever old dudes are getting drunk with younger dudes, or groping girls younger even than their granddaughters, or, most of all, ...continued.

*Made you look.

**And aren't they all?

See also Frank Streaks and A Toast to Blue.