...not as beautiful as mine, but I'm just freaking beautiful (what can I say?)...
Righto! The point wasn't to praise myself, no matter how freaking beautiful I am ('cause I am freaking beautiful, y'know), but to wish Rance a happy, overjoyous, ecstatic, and...uh...sensational birthday.
SO HAPPY *&^%$#@ BIRTHDAY, MAN!
There. I'm done.
...oh, I almost forgot. I wish you well on going out and getting wasted, if you're going to do that.
I'll be waiting to hear from you in the morning
ha ha ha ha ha...
Go get 'em!
There. Now I'm done.


