Ode to the Briny Trousered
I'm usually horrid with the dispensing of warm birthday greetings, but today I want to change all that and wish picklepants the best the day has to offer. The absolute highlight of my trips to Canada has been the opportunity to meet and spend time with Joey. Sir, I thank you for your kindness, hospitality, and for staying out far too late and drinking far too many beers when I visit town. Since my sojourns to the Great White North look like they'll be extend into February (March? April? WHENWILLTHISEND?!?) hopefully there'll be more opportunities to continue our conversation about Kant, see a ballet, or sit in the galleys for a debate in Parliament. Alternately, we can grab a beaver tail and get loaded on big-ass bottles of 50 at The Dom. Either way.
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!