And then… there were assholes.
Hey Scott! Happy Birthday.
How long have you been here, celebrating?
Oh since 11am?
Let’s bring out the tiaras, the horns, the whoopee cushions and the bubbles:
A milestone, for sure.
50 years old.
Some say you are a work in progress.
Others say you have tripped the light fandango.
I just look at you and smile.
You are a ridiculous idiot, and I can relate to that.
Thanks for celebrating your birthday with your favorite bar flies.
I had a wonderful time.
Hope you did too!