Proving the Impossible, Possible.

Good morning gentlemen,

Well, I'll be frank; this year has been one helluva tumultuous ride, for everybody I think. From first moving into our seemingly luxurious house that, in hindsight, was really just the same pile of raccoon shit but dipped in gold; to me actually having sex with something other than my trusty southpaw; to Duncan and "Kitty," breaking the shower in the midst of one of their steamy, how-do-two-giants-actually-do-that romps; to Jimmy waging a perpetual war of hilarity against his ex-girlfriend, while secretly stashing her in the back of his car to come home to for a drunken nut busting; to Pruett getting another branding of ink in an ill-conceived attempt to tease and woo his tattoo-loving, ex-lover; to Reggie introducing Frat-music in all of its "glory," and Landon waking up the entire house every morning with avant-garde remixes of car-alarms and sounds that computers make when we push the wrong buttons; to Derek seeking out his sideways, sexual desires with an S&M queen; and to Mitrovich who, after two-years of adamant girlfriend bashing, can now be found on a daily basis giving calf-massages to the newest and most full-breasted member of his norco team; but lastly, to Todd, who through his vast knowledge and sometimes exceedingly detailed stories, keeps us safe and sane.

Regrettably, I let the anxieties of schooling get the best of me toward the end of year here; but, with finals coming to an end I can almost assuredly say that I've made it, and we've made it; and with the World Cup Finals just around the corner, here's a sick video of a soccer goal that like this year, shows us that impossible really is nothing.