Dear 2011,

Man, what can I say? You swooped in and dumped a gigantic pile o’ shit in our laps.

It’s cool though, you didn’t know who you were messing with.

We just kept on, kept at it. With our heads down, but not out, man.

And we thank you for it.

Warmest regards,
Zakary

P.S. Now get the eft out.

P.P.S. 2012? Let’s play nice.

I’ve been moving this little freak all over the house and THANK GOD IT’S OVER.

Peace out, Carl. Also, sorry the kids named you Carl.