Benno. Guapo and his haircut and basically went Liam Neesons when he realized what the fuck was up. Three years and C still knows how to blow his hardwired sub-minimal day of birth expectations out of the universe and beyond - let alone con him into taking a night off the kitchen. That's big time. That cake, his favorite kind of cake in the entire fucking world, that's how you hit a Hux where the heart's supposed to be. Ice Cream Sandwich cake's got memories and stories, yo.
For the bowling, gimpy mctwinkletoes is dropping the jacket, rolling up the sleeves, this shit is game on. Same goes for Air Hockey. Drinking games are all on - so brang em if you got em. To think Ben was considering how lucky Z was to get siesta time after that everlovin Casa Moreno feast (oh yeah, he's got mofongo leftovers, and they're his all his.) This shit man. It's damn good to see 32, man. I'm off for a few but will return to hit errythang up. Get that trouble goin, people, it's Satan Hux's birthday.