Ron's Brain

Today is Mulligan's birthday, even though that's not his real name. Anyhow, Mullijosh is my brother, and I've known him all his life. He's nineteen now, which is a fancy way of saying he can still be drafted for a while. It also means he can purchase alcohol in Canada, or twelve-year-old hookers in Thailand, so my advice to him is to travel abroad! In his nineteen years he's learned the joys and sorrows of modern life, and is slowly finding his place in the universe, which is as my personal slave monkey. A poem:

Birthday time again.
Another year slips behind.
Yes, this is your gift.

Anyhow, wish Joshigan a happy birthday.