October 4, 1968, The Day Tripper(my sister) was born. Wait a minute...DAMN...40 YEARS??? HOLY SHIT!!! Well, at least it's not me or at least not yet. She is about to embark upon the world anew as a Massage Therapist. Unfortunately, it is because of that, that she will not be getting the day off. Everyone, please stop by The Day Tripper and
My pockets have holes, so this is the best I could do. I tried to sneak it in on the bail out package, but I was bumped aside by some assholes needing cash to make wooden arrows in the Pacific NorthWest. But look on the bright side sis, if you buy your own, you'll appreciate it that much more when your working out the kinks on a fat bastard with more hair on his back than a Grizzly bear. Oh, and tell your husband I'm not talking about him.
Happy Birthday Sis!!!