Monday, August 13, 2007
Truer Words Were Never Said
My friend Myk's birthday was on Saturday, and there was pie. Because pie is better than cake.
It was also my father's birthday, and every year my Father calls Myk and they wish each other a happy birthday. Generally my father will call him at like 5 in the morning and wake him up in the name of comedy, but this year he called at a reasonable hour.