Thursday, September 20, 2007

Don't fuck it up.

I wave my little wand over the birthday boy de jour (well, in about half an hour) and wish him one special thing: Don't fuck it up, Kevvie. Do you hear me? Don't fuck it up.

We are holding you to an unbelievable standard, don't make us lose faith.

Did you get that? Don't. Fuck. It. Up.

Many happy returns, etc.