One of my best friends and I share a birthday. We’ve known each other over 43 years. We’ve played drums together, grown up, rode motorcycles, shared a million laughs and a few thousand beers. So, as we lap the sun for the 54th time together, I’m proud to wish my friend Scott, a Happy Birthday. 

Jim (left) and Scott (right)

Hard to believe we’re the same age. I still have my youthful good looks, hair, and most of my teeth. As you can clearly see, Scott is clearly a hollow shell of his former self, falling apart right in front of our eyes. Regardless, Happy Birthday, Buddy! 

I SAID, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 

Is he breathing? Someone put a mirror under his nose.

Jim says: “Sorry ladies, locals only.”