Since I didn't realize it was the 18th until about five minutes ago, I didn't get to call today. I won't call you so late, but instead will immortalize your birthday with the printed word.
Happy Birthday, Bon! Now you can buy a handgun. Woo hoo!
You are 21 now, and how old does that make
me feel?
Pretty old.

It's all downhill from here.
1 comment:
Thanks, Brotha... I appreciate that... I'd by a handgun but I've never been shooting and think I might be too big a coward... I dunno....
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