Yes, it’s the anniversary of the day I was born. My forties are coming along nicely.
I normally wouldn’t do some as incredibly egotistical and rude as to troll shamelessly on my own website for gratuitous happy birthday wishes. I'm only mentioning it to point this out: back in the day, I used to brag about sharing a birthday with this guy:
Now, every year, I am burdened by the fact that I happen to share a birthday with this guy:
What else do we have in common? Well, we both can sing, we both wear make-up and we both like boys—except I like mine considerably older than he does.
And, I too would charge 2500 bucks a head for people to visit my house as well, if I thought I could get any takers.
(Thanks to Magical Mike!: All Da Fax and All Michael Jackson)
