Tomorrow is my fortieth birthday.
Arrivederci e ringraziamenti per tutti pesci.
(Meh. Close enough.)
I’ve decided to not stress over it. It’s a new decade. Besides, there are yet more mysteries to unravel.
What exactly is the meaning of life? How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?
Most importantly, and surely the most pressing question of all –
How does the man on the right wipe his own ass?