Happy Birthday Dyne!

[Typhoid]

Dear Phil,


Happy Birthday. Because now, you are legal. And now, we may legally (minus me) drink occasionally if we so much desire. You may now purchase cigars, and more importantly; alcohol. For the many vast years (13) I have known you, I've never made a thread about you. To my knowledge. Feel special. Feel proud. Hell, smile a little. Do a dance for all I care. Moisten your panties. Its your day, do what you want.

I might possibly stop by. I keep John Kerrying that, I know. It's just many many factors equate into that. Such as, the whole after 1 thing. And the fact I think I have plans from 1 until 6, and then from 7 until I die from alcohol poisoning and too much rigerous sex.

But I might be able to stop by from 1-3 or so, or something. It will no doubt be random.

Back to the birthday!

Remember Phil. Big girls dont cry. However, its your birthday, and you can cry if you want to. Cry if you want to. Cry if you want to. But wait, big girls dont cry. They dont cryeyey. They dont cry.

Bottom line, I hope your birthday is as hot and steamy as our trip to see DFA.

Love, Sean.