I am told I’m a business day too early on this. Oh well. Reggie’s dying, etc, etc.

Indeed, one business day early, and one more business day to cherish my life before I die of old age, but birthday wishes are appreciated.

And if there is a heaven, it’s bound to have DVD sets of the first three seasons of The Hills.

...and your own personal In-n-Out Burger.

That sounds appropriate.

My love of all things fast food is probably what will eventually kill me.

NOW it’s my birthday. Inching closer to the grave…

HAPPY BDAY REG!

Happy Birthday Reggie. We’ve met a couple of times, so I feel OK in extending my best wishes.

These birthday posts have really got me thinking, though. Should birthdays really be celebrated like they are? I mean, I know Hutch is just being a dick with all of the closer to death talk, but it’s actually quite appropriate. Why do we celebrate getting closer and closer to death?

Perhaps we’re celebrating survival?

As in: Reggie, you’re closer to death but you avoided it for a whole year! Keep up the good work!