Happy Birthday, Son
Well, it's the boy's birthday again. I wish he'd stop having these things. It makes me feel old (hell, I am old -- who am I kidding?). Neveretheless, I couldn't be prouder. Happy birthday, son. Let's go to Chuck E. Cheese and play some Skee-Ball or something.
posted by Shnookylangston at 4:24 PM
1 Comments:
I wish I'd stop having 'em too. They're just getting more bothersome than celebratory.
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