Happy Birthday Samantha!

I come Saturday to molest your dog and fart in every room of your house. Be prepared.

I mean "Happy Birthday."

(I really am molesting and farting this weekend.)
 
WEEEEE! Thank you peoples! It's kind of weird to try and celebrate a few days after my grandmother's funeral. I think people here at the funeral home feel bad for me, we've had three cakes today at work. I FEEL LIKE A KING. OF CAKE!