Yesterday, a little maw bird (named PEACEsista) stuck it in our ear that Pete and his twin brother would be hoisting a few to celebrate bein' popped out nearly three decades ago.
Sure wish we could head 'em up, move 'em out to be there to hoist a few ourselves with Pete, but we're tending to Emily's 50th birthday here in our court corral tonight along with Sassley who turned 42 on Wednesday and Emily's sister. Yeah, we got the ribeyes ready to grill and the brews ready to hoist. One of them will have Pete and his twin brother's names on it.
Now, ya'll have a Howdy Birthday, or we'll just be forced to pump ya' full of lead. And don't squat on your spurs, unless, of course, you need a kick in the ass like Flann does at least once a week.
And don't lie to no horse, neither.
By the way, pardners, this is the 1,600th post published in the sassosphere.