Happy birthday today to Kelsey Grammer, clinic The New Yorker, clinic Jennifer Love Hewitt, salve the phone book, NASCAR, Braylon Edwards, the Oakland Daily Tribune, the Washington Monument and me.
Also on this day, in fact right around the time I was born, NHL hockey player and donut god Tim Horton died in a car crash in Ontario.
I thought I would be the only one posting drunkedly at ungodly times about my birthday. Good to see that the same level of pride runs in the family. Happy birthday, bro.
So, you are saying that you are Tim Horton reincarnated?
That was a terrible crash. All that was left of him was little Timbits.
(See, what I did there…)
Oh, and happy birthday.
Jason… that’s EXACTLY what I’m saying. ;)
And Tom… that was very nice. In tribute (and because there are no Tim Horton’s in Indianapolis), I will be finding some Timbits while I’m visiting beautiful NW Ohio thru Saturday.
Don’t forget to change your banner. You are 33, now. I, on the other hand, am still in my twenties.