big action.

berfdays was the worst days?
not in this house, neighbors.
the wifey has a four day weekend,
starting now.
that's word.
we've got crucial barbecue plans,
we've got massive quantities of prepared food,
we've got lasagna in the flippin' oven, even.
there's talk of a heroically epic EXPERT cake.
non-stop rockin' and righteous realness.
presents!!!
wrapping paper!
thoughtfulness.
active participation.
gratitude and generosity.
viking thunder, son!
believe it, b!tchbags-
it's berfday season.
i mean,
who else gets fireworks for their big age-turning celebration?
yeah.
that's dope.
we saw a set of super-rad 'splosions in the sky last night.
for real.
luxurious,
with echoing excellence off of a whole range of mountains.
reports of reports of reports, and all good news.
and the grand finale?
worthy of the name.
and other other towns are getting in on it too.
night after night of out-of-sight lights?
we GOT they.
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it's only saturday, duders.
i've still got to tattbomb some saps tomorrow.
in fact,
i get to close out my last day before the holiday
with a facefull of northwoods sausage.
yuuuuup.
crotchal puffs and tatty-o groin blasts.
i doo-doo that so the wifey can enjoy her time.
team playing is something you're probably
surprised i'm kind of all about.
that's how it works, y'all.
Folk Life & Liberty,
during the season for nostalgic patriotism-type jauns.
live free or die, duders;
never quiet, never soft.....