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 these wolf ski gloves home, I knew they were one of my own. And my wolf pack...it grew by one. Well, technically two, because there are two gloves in one pair. So there...there were three of us in the wolf pack...I was alone first in the pack, and then the wolf ski gloves joined in later. And six months ago, when the ski gloves introduced me to you guys, I thought, "Wait a second, could it be?" And now I know for sure, I just added at least two more guys to my wolf pack. Six or more of us wolves, running around the desert together, in Las Vegas, even though you don't really need gloves in the desert, looking for strippers and cocaine. So tonight, I make a toast!