I would be remiss if I didn't wish the Insurrectionist a happy b-day. I was going to do it yesterday morning, but I was late for work and the rest of the day disappeared into a glorious haze of booze, drugs, and hookers. At least that's what the ER docs are telling me.
Anyway...
Happy Birthday, my friend!
Thank you, my friend -- though I officially stopped celebrating birthdays when I hit 27 back in '99.
ReplyDeleteTwenty-seven. Good number. Leave it the fuck alone, you know? What's with this 34 shit?
Anyway, as I told you yesterday, the return of your blog is, without a doubt, the best birthday present I've received this year.
Welcome back.
Happy Birthday, you miserable prick!
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Blow me, jerkweek.
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