On this day many years passed, a child was born.
The Lord saw he was good and declared him the Mister. Or, at least, the future Mister.
I snagged him early.
Case in point: this was a few days before his 22nd birthday.
Ten years later.
So, buddy dude, I loves you. You're the pb to my j. We both know it's true.
Happy Birthday.
(Track me down later. I'll give you birthday kisses. Plural.)
