Tomorrow is my birthday. Naturally, this means I want presents.
Rather than wishing for the at best impractical dovetailing into implausible (“I want a million dollars and a pony”), or that which will lead into either maudlin moroseness or me getting slapped by various members of the fairer sex – hey, I’m a guy, okay? – thought . . . → Read More: A Relatively Realistic Birthday Wish List
