October 29, 2004
Birthday Boy
Praise Allah Xena awakened me from my narcoleptic slumbers to wish Jim Flynn at Parkway Rest Stop Happy Birthday, although I believe I've missed it by 5 minutes. SSSokay. I'm on Memphibian time for the purposes of this post.
Jim, your gift is in the mail. It's an invoice. Straight from my heart, man. Because I (and the Almighty God) did not think you would actually share a room with your bodyguard. This is the Deep South, man. Christ. Don't rub our noses in it.
Anyway, Happy Birthday, you ginned up bastard. And I loved that drum post. (Hey, I have to position me as the "good" guy).
My birthday was the Saturday night in Helen, but you probably don't remember singing "Happy Birthday," you whiskeyed-up turd. I scored the nice booze when I visited daughter this past weekend and only got around to writing about it yesterday.
Then again, I think I sang a couple things in Helen that.
Posted by: Jim - PRS at October 29, 2004 5:41 AM*snork!*
Posted by: Mamamontezz at October 29, 2004 6:18 PM