Happy Birthday

Hello Joe. As much as you'd like to deny it, it is your birthday today. So I'd like to wish you a happy 23rd. God you're old. Kidding! I love you buddy.

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Joseph said…
it is not my birthday. you're crazy. a crazy crazy lady, crazy. how's it feel to be crazy, crazy?
3:23 PM, October 06, 2004
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