Ah, yes, the bou is having a birthday....so in the fine tradition he started, I thought we should throw him a party of sorts, and plan how to blow...er...collect the bail money we might need later.
Gather round, then, and add your good wishes to mine...bring a song, tell a tale, inspire a joke or two...
But for the love of all that we hold dear....don't get serious. You know how he hates that stuff!!
Cake anyone? Has no calories, holds up to all sorts of abuse, and can light a smoke at thirty paces:
Someone told me that Goodfellas is among jbou's favourite movies. Thus I offer these bits of gangster wisdom for the Birthday Boy. (......and I'm pretty sure this is the last time I'll be callin' him a boy....'cause he's old enough to prove otherwise!)
Jimmy Conway: I'm not mad, I'm proud of you.....you learn two great things in your life. Look at me, never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.
Henry Hill: For a second I thought I was dead. But, when I heard all the noise, I knew they were cops. Only cops talk that way. If they'd been wiseguys, I wouldn't have heard a thing. I would've been dead.
Henry Hill: And then there was Jimmy Two Times, who got that nickname because he said everything twice, like:
Jimmy Two Times: I'm gonna go get the papers, get the papers.
The Marti: Happy Birthday, bou. Happy Birthday, bou.
I am not prepared to divulge what is in this ice cream. Let us just say it's good, you'll enjoy it....and don't lick the damn bowl!
Oh....and the Birthday Fairy wanted me to assure you that she is, indeed, real...as are Santa Claus, The Tooth Fairy, Unicorns, Sprites, Elves, Pixies, Pookas, and Leprechauns.
Several of the Old Gods are also real. That Almighty Smiter though...that's just a guy from Cleveland who did one too many hits of blotter back in the day.
Have at it.......
On a minor serious note....the book of your life is yours to write, my friend. And I think we all know you're a pretty damned good writer......keep doing what you do best!!