It smells like a birthday…
Happy birthday, blog. We’ve had bad times and good times…but the cake, right? Well, here it is:
What? The decorations? Oh, it’s The Doctor’s bowtie, a hot potato, some pretzels, Star Trek: The Next Generation, and some really bad flowers. Maybe I’ve been watching too much TV, but this is still for you. Enjoy it, blog. Revel in its weirdness.
Explanation?: Well, free Dr. Who on demand is addicting, but sadly still has commercials. “We hold these truths…to be (something something something)…that all living things are created equal.” Also, Sprout. Evil, evil sprout and the wiggles. (“Mashed banana, mashed banana…”) And also, my weird, weird cousin. (“Do you smell something?” “Smells like pretzels!” “Oh no…Jimmy loves pretzels.” “Oh. Has he eaten all the pretzels?” “No…no it’s worse than that…Jimmy’s been reincarnated into a pretzel!”) The roses? Cake wrecks.