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Crowd:
Go, octos!
It's your birthday!
Go, octos!
It's your birthday!

Hesh:
You're one year older!
One year wiser!
Rock and roll star, king, czar, and a kaiser!
A roomful of friends!
A mouthful of cake!
Every present is for you,
And it feels pretty great!
You're the man of the hour,
The V.I.P.
You get the first slice,
Of the P-I-E,
But first blow out the candles,
And make a wish,
Put a smile on,
'Cause it's your birthday, bitch!

Crowd:
Go, octos!
It's your birthday!
Go, octos!
It's your birthday!

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It's a slow day.

I skipped choir last night. I was feeling a little unsettled in the digestive area, plus a cold front blew in with a vengeance and I had only worn a t-shirt to work. It sounded pretty thrown-together; I'm not sure if I'll go next week, especially since they'll be hitting all the children's wards. I'm sure a bunch of crazy teenagers want Christmas songs sung at them.

It's kinda slow on the phones so I'm drooling over the color iPods and eating this apple. It's a farking huge apple, a Fuji that seems to be about the size of my head (probably more like softball sized). And I eat the whole apple too, minus the stem and seeds, so it's quite a process.

Go clock go!

I was amused to find out that the guy who did The Tick cartoon is the guy behind Venture Bros., my new Adult Swim favorite. Super Milk Chan still sucks in every possible way, though.