Today is Mike’s birthday. I have covered my bases by sending him an e-card. Let it be said how much I love him that I gave him a clown card. I hate clowns.
You know I don’t like clowns. Your birthday just happened to be the nearest occasion to celebrate finding a card with a dead clown on it. Happy Birthday!
P.S. be prepared for that hummer later…
(I also got him a real card with honest mush, and some baseball game tickets, right behind the dugout at the Cards/Astros tonight. I’m not totally mean.)