yeah, it was that kinda party...

Burning socks, absinthe, brats on the grill and Vince with his 62 caliber British Light Dragoon pistol. I'm just sayin'.

Happy whatever...

I don't know where I put my motivation, and I can't for the life of me find it. Maybe it is hiding somewhere in the new year, or in the bottom of that Ten High bottle... Anyways, I was going to write something profound, but I will just say don't end up like this guy tonight and pre-fill your Bedside Hydration Unit. And remember to take your shoes off before you pass out, or it's game on, dude.