Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 32. All I really asked for was for Jennifer Aniston to come clean my house.

I figured it was a lock what with her and Brad breaking up. Didn't happen. The good news, however, is that I still had a nice day. I got sang to four different times. Some friends cooked me dinner and then took me out for a beer. I got some cash, a Napoleon Dynamite sticker, a ceramic monkey wearing a cowboy hat, and a kiss. I got about a half dozen phonecalls, three or four emails, and a card. Plus my nephews called and told me they loved me. This Saturday I'm throwing myself a party at Kitty O'Shea's. You should come and buy me a drink. It's really the least you could do, considering all the joy I've brought to your life.


Too true. Happy (late) Birthday, Patch! I'll see you at Kitty's.  


Happy belated birthday old timer.  


But wasn't it fun going to the clinic together?  


not really, you made me sit in the back of the car.  


You're never happy.  


touche  


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