So you fuckers better recognize, dammit. I'm forty-fucking-three years old today, old enough to be half you bozo's dad. Now go fetch Grandpa some bourbon, and I'll tell you why we had to wear white onions on our belts. 'Cause that was the style back then. You couldn't get the yellow ones, see, because of the war...
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EDIT: And a double-crotchety thanks to those who've already sent me pm birthday wishes.
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EDIT: And a double-crotchety thanks to those who've already sent me pm birthday wishes.













