Even though you're celebrating it at your alma mater and with Christina instead of here with me and Puff.
Hmmm, actually, can't blame you for that.
If you, Gentle Reader, are looking at my title and saying to yourself, "What the poop?", then you obviously haven't seen this post.
Again (and in normal keyboardese this time), Happy Birthday, Brotha! If I had one, I'd drink a Bud in your honor. Alas, I don't even have the gnat's piss, much less a real beer.
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