A certain Monster-Boy had a birthday party at the HQ a few days back.
All his pals were invited. The lad was happy. Here he is playing with fellow Seahawk fan cousin Chuckles.
The Jr. VP even got his troubled little brother to attend. The young’un has started running with a gang according to the Jr. VP; he’s vowed to straighten him out. Getting him to come to the party might have been a preliminary step in Jr’s plan. You can’t see it because of the coat but the little one went and got “THUG LIFE” (in Latin script) tatooed on his belly. I have a feeling he might regret that one as he gets a little older.
The lad loved his birthday party. He got to see all his friends, eat pizza and cake and ice cream, run and scream and be crazy, and then at the end of it get a bunch of presents. Not a bad day’s work. Now he asks me several times a day if tomorrow is his birthday again. It’s a good thing that a newly minted three year old has no concept of the word year or else I think Stinkboy would become very depressed.
