The ORIGINAL good bye

Well guys,

Peace out. Thanks for following the REAL year of the blog.

And always, let's remember that the one thing Dru is good at: sucking... is still in hi demand.

ANDY JONES OUT!

I'm going to go find some message boards to yell on.

Andy Jones Speaks!

I wanted to give you my total promise that I'll still hate Dru as much as I always have.

I just want to point out that we WERE friends.

Okay, so one of the things that he said has been bugging me. Fucking stupid Dru claimed that our "lasting friendship that I always bring up" is mostly in my head.

That's stupid. We were one hundred percent friends. We met Sophomore year at a party, and our conversation went something like this:

DRU: Hey man, I think you're drinking my beer.

ANDY: Fuck you! You shouldn't have left it out!

Fin.

Ever since we've done a lot of shit together... I mean... as much as you can from across the country. I live in Eugene, Oregon. But we've talked on the phone like numerous times. Like this one time:

DRU: Hi, this is Dru.

ANDY: Uh, Yeah! I know its you asshole, I called you!

DRU: Is this Andy?

ANDY: Surprise dumbass.

DRU: Oh. Hi Andy. How are you?

ANDY: Better than you.

Fin.

See. We knew each other like bread and fucking butter.

So don't let his lies fool you, we were like tight. And then there was this one time when I HELPED HIM COME UP WITH THIS BLOG:

DRU: Oh. Hi Andy. How are you?

ANDY: Better than you.

DRU: Great.

ANDY: So what stupid shit are you up to now?

DRU: I'm thinking of starting a blog thing... make a blog a day for a year [also i'm depressed].

ANDY: Sounds stupid.

DRU: Yeah, well... you know...

ANDY: You know what you should do?

DRU: What?

ANDY: Do it Saturday and Sunday too.

DRU: Yeah, that's what I was planning.

ANDY: Nice. Let's do this.

Fin.

Best. Friends. Forever. Asshole.

A truce has been made. A fucking stupid one, but a truce none-the-less

So about an hour ago pussy Dru gave me a call in an attempt to "cure a friendship that he thinks was mostly in my head the entire time but he's willing to meet me and have a few beers."

Jerk.

So I took him up on his offer. You know I might as well help that asshole get a few friends... lonely lonely man that he is, you know? We talked it over and we came up with a truce... and here is the idiot truce we agreed upon:

1. He will stop making blogs about stupid shit rhyming with not and I will stop making blogs about how much Dru loves to eat his own shit.
2. Dru is allowed to claim that he made the project on his own... but in return I have free reign to call him pussy, idiot, asshole and other adjectives that I'm currently coming up with. I have to have a complete list for him to approve by the end of the week. Fair enough... I love adjectives, this won't be hard at all.
3. If I go get a beer with him he'll stop being depressed.
4. Andy Jones is a guaranteed badass.

All of these were his ideas! I'm going to point that out! CAUSE I HAVE LIKE A MILLION FRIENDS! EVEN IF ALL MY FRIENDS STEAL ALL MY FUCKING IDEAS! ALSO HE RECOGNIZES THAT I AM A BADASS!

It's true! I'm like a casanova of ideas... like I came up with this blog thing and I came up with Google Buzz and I came up with about half of the sitcoms that are currently airing on CBS. BUT NONE OF THEM EVER RECOGNIZE IT!

Anyway, this blog is my last hurrah... figure I'd let you know all about our stupid truce that Dru came up with.