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Cesar sleeps in a hyperbaric chamber...

...I mean, seriously. Look at that kid. Hasn't aged a day.

Still smoking (hot) twenty-three years later,


…for my birthday all the way from San Francisco.

I sock the line.

The Man in Black... socks.
Yeah, buddy!

But then, the very next day, I got these pairs of socks from my good friends Bryan and Alisha in Columbus.

More socks!

And this pair of socks (which may or may not be knee-highs for a woman) from my good friend Sue in Los Angeles.

And more socks!

I’m sensing both a trend and a conspiracy here.

Still, all of the pairs are much appreciated… and desperately needed.

I can take a hint.

Socks it to me,


Hawaii Vice!

…for these goodies from Hawaii!

I’m gonna smoke that cigar on my private island… also known as┬ámy patio,


Old Poop!