I'm never drinking again...Thanks:

To all who helped me "walk" into the laundry room...
To Beth and Bill for the most comfortable bed around (I had to explain to my dog that I didn't sleep with your dog...I don't think I did).
To PBR for making me happy.
To Pearson for making me do a keg-stand.
To JD for making me puke.
To my wife for forgiving me. Soon I hope.
To whoever caught me as I got up from my seat at the fire and nearly went head first into flames.
To Yozell for shelling all of us and then drinking like a pro.
To all of you for making Sunday night not just a family night anymore.
To the Clif bar I had at 11 AM Sunday and the PB&J I ate on the way to the race. Thats all I had to eat Sunday and without all that food in my belly, I would have gotten REALLY drunk.
To Kuklis for the "morning after" call to see if I was alive. I was. Barely.
To Bill and Beth for never having another Sunday edition of 5th St. Cross. Until next year. Hope my family comes to watch me! They'll be so proud.
To my liver for allowing me to punish it over and over and over and over and over again.
To Jebus for giving me the ability to drink and ride my bike.
See you all Thursday!!!

Hate to break it to your dog, Ryan, but after finishing the results Sunday night, Bill and I couldn't find Natalie's puppy anywhere. Until we looked in the laundry room, where we saw Hubbard all snuggled up nose to nose with you. Those photos are gonna cost you.

Okay, here's the proof for your dog... you slept on Tigger's bed, but didn't share it...