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Last night I celebrated the Sheckies DVD release at a party with my nearest and dearest friends. Plenty of PBR was drank and yes, I even had "bromance" with Geo. I hugged that big lug as soon as he walked in the door. Life is too short to hate, ya know?

I gotta admit, and this always seems to be the case I swear to God, I can be the butt of non-stop jokes and no one thinks twice about it, but dare someone else gets picked on and it's "oh stop", "leave him be". Or worse yet, I defend myself and the parties I bust balls with act all indignant. It's a two way kids. I mean I'm happy as all fuck that me and Geo are "reunited and it feels so good", but busting balls is part of the game am I right?

I'm sorry he's self conscious about ganing weight, I'm sorry he has respiratory problems. In case no one's noticed I've been a fat fuck in like, well forever, and I've been dealing with my sinus problems for 2 years now. At least he has his girlfriend, and I'm still the lonliest Sheckie. I'm not meaning for this to sound like sour grapes and I don't want to turn it into another bitch fest. And like I said, I made up with the dude last night. It just cracks me up that as usual "beaver slaps" and the latest and greatest "Frank talk" impersonations ruled the night and no one blinks an eye. Hope people can see the irony. "Apparent-lay I don't have any friends here afterall"!