The family and I, plus a few friends, got together at Hooters tonight to celebrate twindaddy’s birthday. At one point, all the waitresses came over to sing him a birthday song. He tried to make his way around them, but they wouldn’t let him pass. Then, they tied a couple of pink balloons around his chest to make it appear that he had the restaurant’s namesake. After the waitresses had left, twindaddy dropped the balloons to his crotch and loudly proclaimed that the balloons were his… stuph. There are pictures of this and eventually I might be tempted to use them as blackmail. Oh well, it was a fun night. Hope you had fun too, twindaddy.