This is a day late (and a dollar short), but I think that Scott will still accept our wishes for his happiness for the upcoming year, and our expressions of pleasure about him being born. So, let me start by saying that I wish him a great 32nd year on this planet (or whatever year it will actually be), and that I will always be grateful that his parents not only produced him, but also sent him to Earth in a rocket, and that the mild-mannered Clevengers found him and raised him as their own.
Anyway, the formatting is being weird, so let me just invite you to Scott's birthday party, and open up the floor to toasts.
Scott's fete is being sponsored by Mor, the thrifty meat that causes Jimmy to later get cancer, per WHO. Or maybe little Mary Jane stabbed him, because she would NOT be ignored. In any case, party on, Mor!
Happy Birthday, Scott! I've never seen MOR on any grocery store shelf, so maybe it's a figment of S.Z.'s imagination. But there'll always be Spam. In fact, in Hawai'i there's multiple flavors of Spam - barbeque, Hawai'ian (of course), Fabreeze. It's a Spam paradise there, especially if you like surfing and ukeleles.
Happy birthday Scott!
Happy birthday, Scott - or may I be permitted to guess at your Kryptonian TRUE name? -I know! WOC-El. Right?
Would you consider turning your heat-Ray vision upon the debaters tonight? Just for a second or, three,just enough to make them sweat profusely like Nixon? And then afterward we can have cake and ice cream.
Srsly, much cheer and good fortune for your upcoming year, Scott!
Here's to another successful journey around the Sun.
May your back be healed and your dead lines be well buried this next orbit.
In honor of your birthday, Scott, a toast...
Hippo birdie two ewes!
Is it just me, or does Jimmy's affection for MOR look distinctly unhealthy? If he loves it so much, why doesn't he MARRY it?
Even later & more than a can of MOR short, happy happy happy!!
Here's to this go-round being better.
Just back from a week in the un-wired wilds, so now I can play Tail-End Charlie with the birthday wishes. All the best, and may there be many more to come!
While I have no actual memory of having pissed in your or anyone else's cheerios, I hope that YOU had a good birfday, even though MINE SUXXORED GANGRENOUS GODIZIRRA DICKS, which is as close as I got to a fucking birfday lizard.
Oh, and Katy, have you found that WAITRESSING JOB YET?
ANNTI sez, sheepishly & shamefully...
Sorry for being such a twunt & a full-dead-stop to your birfday fete.
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