2007 toast.

To the year 2007. To old friends and new friends alike. To good friends. To bloody steel cage matches and Briscoe brothers nobody can tell apart. To girlfriends, to graduation. To career advancement and spiritual journeys.

To CM Punk. To St. Joseph, Missouri. Detroit, Michigan. Chicago, Illinois. And to America's poohole, Granite City. To shenanigans, shenani-plans, and Chi-nanigans. To the Express -- both Ego and Northstar -- to the Guns.

To X-Box Live and to the Buried Again series -- the most entertaining Chris Benoit has ever been. To air hockey, and my ridiculous victory celebration. To mullets and Jesus freaks. To sex...with women.

To Blinky. To Mitch Fuckin' Franklin and his fuckin' hot dog. To Program Girl. To Soviet Russia. To the Macho Man...to...the...Meeeeecho...MAN, freak out freak out! To "Let's Do This" and frostbite.

To laughter-induced vomit, and to the inability to breathe. To fun. To trust. To the tears we cry and to the Hogan Piss we spittake. To Master P. To pizza on your crotch, and shit in your mailbox (boya!).

To 'humor before honor'.

To life.

To an even better 2008.

I love you all.