JB, I Need You To Get To Omaha Right Away
But, it's my birthsday.
That's right folks, today is the anniversary of JB's arrival on this pale blue dot that we call home. He's really holding up pretty good for a fifty-three year old road salt salesman, don't you think?
To celebrate JB's special day, my wife and I joined him and his girlfriend (all that -ette stuff really has to stop) at a cabin retreat in southwestern Wisconsin this past weekend. My present to JB was a bottle of Glenrothes Single Malt Scotch Whisky, which I made sure to give to him at the start of the weekend to maximize my opportunity to partake of its delightful flavors.
Since we were not able to pick up any Salem affiliates in the area and his show is not available on SIRIUS Satellite Radio, we missed our favorite talk show host on Friday. Rumor has it that Dean Wormer has once again trumped up fictional charges and sentenced us to some sort of double-secret probation.
Which could make the upcoming debate between Hugh and Peter Beinart (which will be held here in the Twin Cities) rather interesting. The four of us at Fraters were planning on sitting in the front row, shirtless, with the letters H-U-G-H painted on our chests, and doing the wave throughout the debate. Now, we may have to cross over to the Beinart cheering section. When Hugh's speaking, it very well could resemble the courtroom scene from Animal House.
Anyway, drop by and wish JB a happy birthday if you have a chance. Better yet buy some extra road salt this week. He's got a lot of mouths to feed.
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