Saturday is Boo's 3rd birthday bash.
The Man is smoking meat and happy as a clam.
I'm stressing about food and people and decorations and Lord only knows what else.
And every time, I swear I'll never do this agian.
Three birthdays a year, times a lifetime--I'll be in a padded cell before Punk goes to school.
Wish me luck and send me liquor--I'll need it!
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