Happy Birthday,
mockingbird39! It's midnight in Boston now, and judging by your earlier texts (you do remember those, right?) you'll be pretty hungover by morning. So I'm posting now. In honor of your current state of being (and since I couldn't deliver Captain Jack to you. I tried, but he's still in some off-planet bar, hitting on some sailor), I bring you:
Also, I wrote
a review of Innocent, and I only insulted you once, since it's your birthday. Whore.