Wolf Pack

“You guys might not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack… it grew by one. So there… there were two of us in the wolf pack… I was alone first in the pack, and then Doug joined in later. And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought, “Wait a second, could it be?” And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Four of us wolves, running around the desert together, in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine. So tonight, I make a toast!” – The Hangover

The four of us wolves, with Jaime as our alpha, had trudged through the depths of the wilderness together, forming the tight bond of a wolf pack. Every now and then I would be thrown out of the wolf pack for not participating, but would somehow reenter after saving everyone’s gear from a late night rainstorm. We bonded over “instant coffee” and youtube videos while howling into the night.

May I highly recommend the following for your perusal:

“Honey Badger don’t give a shit” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r7wHMg5Yjg&feature=related

“om nom nom nom” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=shbgRyColvE

“Coloradoing” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGBTnVNOjo8