is not international Dave Day, but it’s sorta like it. It’s Phid and Camaro day. Nineteen years ago, I again was smiled upon by karma vis a vis the po-leece, but it’s not really a day about me, any more than any other day is all about me, outside of my personal FAME WHORE existence.

It’s a day about them, because they have now beat my personal marriage record by 50%. They did it without relying on a fresh kid every two out of three years like my sister.

Those of us who bet on their success are (still) dicks for doing so. Even the women.

Anyway, congrats to the two of them. I’d say “yay marriage,” but I’m not sure I can pull off the sincerity part. But yay, you guys. I do have a degree of envy.

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