It’s Alger’s Birthday

GIT-TAR! Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nant! (Chk-chk-chk-a-chk) Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nant! ::sings:: You say it’s your birthday! Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nant! Well it’s my birthday too, yeah! (Not really, but go with me on this!) Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nant! I’m glad it’s your birthday! Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nant! We’re gonna have a good time! Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nant! We’re glad it’s your birthday! Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nant! Happy birthday to you!

And now, Alger really is the 58 years old he’s been claiming since, like, New Year’s. Happy birthday, old man!

Gee. Thanks, Dolly. You shouldn’t have.

Aw, shucks, Boss. ‘Tweren’t nothing.

No. Really. You shouldn’t have. You’re grounded for a month.

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