I thought it would be neat idea to let the Gravy Kids have a say in where they took me for my birthday this past weekend. This was the first and last time I will let them decide.
They enthusiastically announced that that establishment which rhymes with "Yuck E. Sneezes" was the numero-uno place to be. Not one to burst their bubbles, I reluctantly conceded and we went. For my 34th birthday. And for proof, here is the certification of "Hip Hop Dancer" I received: