January 2, 2005 - Sunday | 4:08 PM, CST

Today is a day of hundreds of tomorrows. Today, my friends, is the day that I update Andy's picture. You see, for nearly the past year and a half, Andy has been bugging me to change the picture of him on my people pages. My promise to him, always, was that "I'll do it tomorrow." Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow is today for the picture is now updated.

Speaking of which, many of you out there may not have people pages. If this is true, then please e-mail me.

New Years was delicious, but Christmas was even better. I didn't talk in my last entry over much Christmas news, so here goes. My dear mother bought me a new gun! And you can bet your asses that I have taken a picture of my wild (albeit lovely) redneck visage to grace this entry. Click here to see it!

Its a Ruger Mark II, 22/45, with a five and a half inch target barrel. Looks just like an old German Luger. Shoots like a dream! I can squeeze off all ten rounds in no time at all and with barely any recoil. How's that for a mini-boomstick? Hopefully this picture won't strike fear in the hearts of every sissy faggot that wants to investigate my website. You all know who I mean!

C'est la vie.

Last Christmas I said I wouldn't list my gifts because it would seem materialistic, so I should probably follow with that policy. But I can assure you that I was very happy with everything all my Santas brought me. I love Christmas.

New Years Eve brought us to Bryan's house to enjoy his newly built bar with the able Gary serving as bartender (Bryan and Kelly helped). Bryan had another party last night, and we used it as an excuse to go mudding.

I had to harass and threaten Jason to bring his truck out (his obedient wife rode along with us), Zach brought his Barbie Jeep, Nathan and William went along in a re-transmissified Blue, and Kelly and I took my truck. Man did we have fun hill climing. At one point, Jason was stuck so far deep into a mud hole, that even with his gigantic lift kit, the sludge still came up to his doorways.

Although Nathan tried valiantly to pull him out in a forward direction, Jason's truck wouldn't budge. I came around from the back and tried bringing him out in reverse. Even with both our trucks screaming and mud flying everywhere, I barely managed to pull him free. Jason was worried before we went out that he'd get stuck and be unable to escape, but I promised him that come hell or high water, even if I had to build a road underneath his tires, we'd get him pulled out.

And when have I ever been wrong?

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