It’s the Butcher’s birthday. He’s the Dead Rockstar Age. I will, of course, be keeping him away from juke joints, swimming pools, heroin, Parisian bath tubs, and Courtney Love this year.
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It’s the Butcher’s birthday. He’s the Dead Rockstar Age. I will, of course, be keeping him away from juke joints, swimming pools, heroin, Parisian bath tubs, and Courtney Love this year.
Please tell the dear Butcher “Happy Birthday” from us! He rocks.
Don’t let him drive either!
Happy Birthday.
(Make sure to also keep him out of small fixed-wing aircraft.)
Haha, the Butcher shares a birthday with Megs. :)