A performer reads the absurd last will of Woodward T. Floyd, a self-proclaimed great man, doling out ridiculous bequests: a worthless yacht that runs on batteries, cryptic keys hidden under a Texas rock, a house given to a Pakistani family. Heavy on profanity and exaggerated insults.
Reading of the last will and testament of a great man. I, Woodward T. Floyd, being of sound mind, hereby bequeath my estate to my worthless adopted son. I'm adopted? I leave my yacht. My yacht is located under my bed and requires 4 double D batteries. Motherfucker. To my niece who always asks that she be mentioned in my will, I'd like to say hello. To my insufferable daughter, I leave the keys to my safety deposit box containing money and jewels, key to which I have left under a rock somewhere in Texas. To my young wife, who has had more affairs than an Eskimo has had fish suppers. I leave my house to the large family of Pakistanis who take care of my estate.
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