I didn’t know today was Verne’s birthday until I made it up a couple weeks ago. I get to do that. I am all powerful. Like a god. Only not as worship dependent.
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I have no idea how we got to this point. And I really don’t want to know.
Got weird a long time ago.
We are contractually required to use the word spleen at least once a week.
RJ’s mom appears when he needs her for a gag.
Probably not a healthy relationship.
C’mon, Verne! Think of the CAKE!
Every day is RJ’s birthday.
Unless it isn’t.