HAPPY BIRTHDAY SLICK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Listen, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to make the party.......I had this dream, uh, premonition.......it was FREAKIN' NIGHTMARE was what it was...........Anyway I saw this image of RiB and I (seen through wobbling lime Jell-O) coated with marsmallow goo and assorted sauces and covered with rotting leaves, bark, and pine needles, and after eating some of Seed's Jell-O concoction......standing in your kitchen singing "Come Back to Us Barbara Lewis," accompanied by Mick wearing a metal mammaried tutu playing a possum whistle and Rick, nekkid and shivering, picking a tiple which implodes with 8 bars left to go in the song................oh gawd, I can't go on.......too hideous for words. If I can ever stop driving the porcelain bus, I'm going to see a local shrink. Maybe Cletus & Paw & the boys can make it......

Anyway ---- HAPPY BIRTHDAY

catspaw