Or,
if you were DRL,
you could get another year older.
I often joke about DRL's age.
Mostly because he's older than I am,
so I figure that if I tease him about being old,
by the time I get to the age he is at,
well,
he'll still be old.
And I'll always be young.
I'm super good at math.
So here's to you, DRL.
To your cheese to my macaroni.
Your Sar to my Casm.
Your Twins to my ugh!-is-baseball-season-over-yet?!
I love you.
Cheers,
A
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