Went back home this weekend for Easter.
My B-day was on Saturday. I spent it at home with my mother while my wife bailed for the day to see friends. My mother later proclaimed it the most boring day of her life.
I swear I didn’t make any of that up.
Being a rock star isn’t what it used to be.

“Being a rock star isn’t what it used to be.”
Ah come on, it can’t be that bad; you’re still being referred to as a hunk.
Good ole Butler. I managed the Cici’s Pizza there by the movie theater for about 6 months in 2006.
Who knew there were so many people with connections to little ol’ Butler?