OH

frack a duck.

Not again.

Happy 6th Boy.

I love that you forget too.

And I love that you really are the coolest guy I know.

I love that when I moaned about how depressed I was getting reading about Heath Ledger, you told me - hon, then - quit.

I love that you laughed when I made you return the gigantic teddy bear with a sparkly heart that you got me for my birthday and that you even posed for photographs with it at the Return Counter.

Even after all the churned out, piddling, decomposing rubbish we went through last month, I still think you are it

I love that you bought me another one of these after I messed up the first one, without ever making a fuss about it.

And

So important, I love that you have a v.v.v hot body.