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HB, Duane! I must be psychic, because without even knowing it was your special day I had some Blue Moon Honeymoon Harvest Wheat Honey Ale in your honor last night. And boy it was tasty! Yum!
So, standard Ben speech here: It ain't the years that make you what you become, it's the mileage. But don't be in a hurry to burn the tread off the tires, eh?
Next birthday I'm figuring out how to get put up on blocks and roll the odometer back! LOL!
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Lead me not into temptation ... follow me, I know a shortcut!
As the poets have mournfully sung,
death takes the innocent young,
the rolling in money,
the screamingly funny,
and those who are very well hung.
Your days are numbered - 26,280 per person on average - 2,000,000,000 heartbeats ... tick, tick, tick
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