Today is my right hand man g-Ray's 34th birthday.
After I took over the watch at midnight, I made sure to stand in the bunkroom door and sing "Happy Birthday Mr. President" in my best Marilyn Monroe voice.
I gotta say, I nailed it. Not bad for a 40-something balding, overweight guy with a powerful Boston accent. I sang wicked good. It was pissa, kid.
In what I assume is unrelated news, Ray had bad dreams all night and we are having some trouble finding people to work on here.
1 comment:
I imagine it was something like this:
https://youtu.be/LZ_j-r2JQgk
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