Late Nite FDL: Happy Birthday, Secret Agent Man
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Bloody hell. I can't find a YouTube for the version of "Secret Agent Man" in Spanish from the Repo Man soundtrack. We're going to have to make do with this incredibly campy Myriam Hernandez song of the same name.
And what, you may ask, has me feeling so very, uh, festive?
It's Pachacutec's birthday. He's 629 today. (And holding.)
So, yo, shorty! It's your birfday! We're gonna party like it's your birfday, drink Bacardi like it's your birfday! Heeeeeeey, yeah!!
I raise my glass to you, oh fierce and sharp-tongued Inca Prince. You don't look a day over 400.
Everybody please line up in the comments to pinch his proud Peruvian cheeks, fuss over him, lavish him with excessive praise, and generally make him as uncomfortable as possible. Shall we? Oh, do let's!
Happy happy birthday, Pach. When I'm old and decrepit, I hope I carry it even half as well as you do. You look like a million lire!!
Okay, no, seriously folks. I love me some Pachacutec. You have no idea how many times this kind and patient man has talked me down off the ledge. Of all the elite operatives here at the Bureau of the F.D.L., I think that Pach deserves the most in hazardous duty pay. He is the one who has to look at my posts before they go up and say, "Uh, TRex, confessing your desire to rip someone's arms off and beat them to death with them, um, how is that contributing to the discourse, again? You maybe want to dial it down a notch?"
"But, Paaaaaaaach!" I wail, "You never let me have any fun!"
"Young man!" he says, "Don't make me have to pull over this blog!"
Here's a confession. Sometimes I throw stuff in there just because I know he's going to make me take it out. I'm bratty like that. How far can I push it…before…?
SWAT!! Down comes the Incan Hammer.
Thank you, Pach, for everything you do. It wouldn't be home without you.
Hooray for Pach! Hooray for birthdays!
There are 40 SHOPPING DAYS LEFT UNTIL MINE, gang!
But who's counting?
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