Monday, December 01, 2008

Happy Birthday, Mr. Smitty!

Yea! Hurray! It’s the Smee’s birthday!

Let’s all dance and sing!

(presents, tributes, land and financial instruments may be sent to our corporate headquarters.)

“Mister, how old be the Smee?”

“Mister, a gentleman doesn’t ask a smee his age.”

“Yo, dat’s why I’m axing you, yo.”

In the grand tradition of co-opting the holidays and festivals of the benighted in order to serve the conquerors’ purposes, (eg. Christmas, Easter, Saturnalia, International Workers Day), we, too, have conflated that time of year in which (1) we received the Smee from his erstwhile Mommy with (2) his putative birth date (and (3) it was the same weekend we got the truck).
So let’s celebrate this obfuscated ersatz amalgamation!

Party down, Mr. Smee!!

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