He Says It's His Birthday
This man? I love this man. He's a big ol' doofus, and sometimes a bit of an ass, but he's my hero, my heart, the love of my life. And it's his birthday.
And seeing as he's always asking me why he doesn't get more love on this here blog ("Why don't you write about me more?" I didn't think you'd want me to. "I wouldn't mind." Okay. ---silence--- "Are you going to?" Maybe. ---silence--- "You could explain to everyone that I'm really an ass." DONE.) I thought, why not make this all about him? Which is to say, why not ask you to make this all about him. I'm tired today, and besides, I need to go out and get him cake. You all should do the work. Leave him some love in the comments, and then I'll take all the credit. (See, honey? I got the intarwebs to make love to you on my blog! Happy now?)
He likes puns, dirty jokes, music and links to stupid things on the Internet. He's been known to laugh at pictures of meerkats. If you have any tips for making the perfect espresso, catching fish, or dealing with moody wives, then I'm sure he'd like to hear about that, too.
Dispense your gifts in the comments. I'll get the cake.