Once upon a time in a land far, far away (Brush Creek, TN) there lived a miserable old couple. While this couple had 2 perfect and wonderful children, they decided that a third would be better...for tax purposes.
Heading to the garden , they noticed that even though the cabbage was rotting away, the drunken stork had indeed left a little bundle of poop. Buried beneath the poop, there was a fuzzy little man-child.
They had hoped to find a little Einstein, or Michelangelo or a child worth SOMETHING, but it was not to be. Instead they took the little troll and made do with what they had.
The child became known a Christopher, later Chris and MANY decades later, he became known as Alldatndensum. The talent, beauty and intellect all fell upon Alldat's older brother, but he was special and loved anyway. So special, that the county school system even designed the first short bus for him and the other mentally deranged children who's limited, feeble brains could only comprehend simplistic, heavy metal music. Now, those little short buses are used everywhere, for the retarded trolls. I'm sure you've all seen and/or ridden them.
Today, that worthless little man-child has morphed into a singing, bassist, "Hard Working Preacher Man". Today he also celebrates his induction into official OLD MAN status. That's right gang. Our wittle leader is now 40 frigging years old. Yall take time to wish him well now that he is a broken down, senior citizen who's hill of youth has been crossed, never again to be climbed.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOY! I love you.....




Some things you should stock up on while you're still able to get around.....



I also heard a rumor that his wife is having a party. Guess who's coming.....


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