GREETINGS...

...yet again.

Birthday greetings, that is.

The Thunderous One his ownself celebrates another year of walking the planet today.

I could poke fun at him, you know. He’s an easy target, seeing as how he rarely bothers to post - probably owing to a serious Real-Life work ethic. And when a Mullet-Wig is not available, other alternatives may be found...

[photograph deleted at the request of decent, Gawd-fearing folks everywhere]

But I’ll hold myself back. Because you can travel the length and breadth of the Bloggy-Sphere - or Meat-World, for that matter - and you will not find Person One who is as openhearted, gracious, considerate, and just plain bloodclot-shittin’ funny as The Man Who Styles Himself “Zonker.”

I have traveled to Japan, where a good host never lets a guest see the bottom of his sake cup. That’s Zonker. He, quietly and without fanfare, sees that nothing is lacking at any gathering of friends.

Saludos, amigo. May the wind be always at your back, may you live to one hundred twenty, all of that shit. Now, will you write a fuckin’ post? Don’t break your arm or anything, hefting that laptop...