Okay people...now that I'm done and over with bitching and killing my pride for one person, here's my wishlist for my birthday.

B: You still owe me a red-haired midget for a petslave...let's not forget the amputee from two years ago. I still want to have amputee sex. This year, I'd like 1100101001010 Kung-Fu Monkeys to take over the world with. Comprende?

Cher: I'd like a book. Any book.

TinBoy: A brand new cell phone!

Ean: Yes, you have to gimme something too! How's about a date..book club date! w00t NERD!

Faith: A nephew would be nice. Send him back. He'll be my pet. Midget pet.

Lester and Fiona: Just show me...that it will last. That there are some who can still be happy.

Paul: 20 million bucks and a dog.

Anderson: Make me a weapon. A weapon that can kill all these aliens. No, not Mexicans!

Stellar: More of you, less of Jimbo. Thank you.

Chewwy: I want you, in a ballerina costume, in a glass ball. hahahaha

Nige: Aussie Greens. To burn. :) :) :) :) :) :)

God: A break.

Oh yes, in response to the numerous messages I received this morning to re-post my blog about scuba divers and gay cops, sorry guys. No can do.

Yes, I'd rather swallow it than let trivial people and trivial issues come between.