I can't post anything right now. I'm so busy forcing my will on Mother Nature to not poop 6 inches of snow that my right lower eyelid is twitching on its own. Also, dropping bad motor scooter music onto my mp3 player for when that whole "global warming" smarminess kicks in.
Happy Birthday Tommy. I wished for a slow day at your work and 80 degrees, but I might have asked for that for MY birthday on accident. Love you, little brother.