I am the angriest man alive. I just spent 2 hours typing a post talking about the last 2 months of my life. It got erased. I cannot find it. I am anrgy.

It took you 2 hours to type: Drank, masterbated, drank, changed urine stained clothing, masterbated, slept

My Texan windbags, specifically Lance, Scott, Paul:

Hello. Paul's ex-friend, Nate here. You other guys are still cool. Scott, congrats on gettin' hitched. Lance, you are a true fancy-pants. Paul, good job on letting everyone down. It's not like we really cared that much, but good job. Anybody hear anything substantial from that gastropod, besides a litany of failures? Paul, time to get it together.

I'm just gettin' my feet wet here at the pole, hope to see you all soon.

At 56k/sec,

Nate