Well dadburn, Happy Birthday ya old bushwhacker. Trees grow themselves a new ring every year. Reckon if some of us was trees, we'd be pretty durn thick by now.
I'll drink to your health this evening, and not no girly arse wine cooler or such, but 100 proof whiskey, neat. After all, I want you to be reaaaal healthy.
Have a great one, friend Bren and I will raise a beer in your honor tonight. However, it is Saturday. We'd raising one in someone's honor anyway. Ok, we'll savor...not chug.
Seriously have a great one. You are much appreciated.
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