I'm really fucking glad you were born 27 years ago, Urp. And after pit stops in Canada, Australia, and Taiwan, I'm really fucking glad you landed on this here our shores.
Toodles, until the next time. (I think we're due for some Long Island Ice Teas, soon. Like, so many Long Island Ice Teas that we barf. Or that I barf.) (You know what I'm talking about?) (Yeah, we're due for one of those nights.)
Oh, and since it's your birthday and I'm feeling devilish and you're out of town and probably won't look at the blog for at least a couple of days, I'm going to post this really weird picture of you (that you DID pose for, mind you), so that whenever you finally read this you'll call me and be like "Oh. My. God."