It's My Birthday
Yes, I know, they landed on the 20th not the 19th, but despite that little date discrepancy, my birth will always be inexorably linked to the first moon landing. I will never, no matter how hard I try, be able to forget or ignore exactly how old I am, because invariably, some paper or TV news outfit will run this story:"Thirty eight years ago today..." Blah, blah, blah.
So, yeah, I'm fucking old.
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Oh, calm down! I'm 48, and you don't hear me bitching about it! ;)
Happy birthday! Too bad you missed KGB last night, we had a big party planned for you and everything. There was going to be presents and good company, and Conan was going to pop up out of a giant cake to surprise you.
Also, we arranged for that big transformer explosion in midtown as a sort of birthday tribute to you. Bet you didn't expect that!
I knew it! I knew if I didn't come to KGB, there'd be a party! You bastards!
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