Happy Birthday, superrice!
To the best lil' bro' a boy could have, happy birthday! Can't believe you're all grown up and have a job now! You're "The Man" and you work for "The Man!" But at least you're not "The Guy!" Nobody wants to be "The Guy!"
I remember when you were a wee lad, just delivered all wide eyed and silent. And then there were the formative years where you had to follow me everywhere. You were a real drag then and could be a little terror, but it's cool because we eventually got a long. Hell, I practically raised you. You're like the son I never wanted! But I like to think that I and the rest of the GHP did a good job raising you up to be a cynical and jaded 20 something whilst you were still in grade school. Ah, young impressionable minds, they are a terrible thing to taste!
