The last year of my life has been the busiest- and the most humbling. 
My friends and family rallied around Laurie and I when we got in over our heads concerning a number of projects we took on (oh man...)
Words can not possibly explain what it feels like to know, beyond doubt, that the finest people on Earth call you their friends. Love u guys.
Friends WANT the dirty jobs
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The dirtier the better. My friends even sometimes compete with each other to see who can grab the dirtiest jobs first. Crazy fuckers. True Test Of Manhood. After all...if you let your friends to the hard work, you can't bitch about it for 6 months while drinking around the campfire.
Loyalty. Courage. Perseverance (Some say I'm just stubborn). Acceptance (er...maybe tolerance...) Dignity, Integrity and Purpose. We get one trip around and the folks I know intend to make it count. We live LOUDLY...and fuck you if you can't take a joke. And the greatest part is...everybody has UBER-HOT wives...so summer vacations RAWK!
Not only are my friends the greatest folks on earth...we are also in the running for the most armed apparently. This is getting ridiculous.
Fuckin' rednecks.
