Happy birthday, Timmy! (See, if I call you "Timmy," then you feel that much younger, don't you?
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No, actually, I can tell that 50 is merely the number of years you've lived here as a juvenile delinquent. You look like a JD, TA. (You kids with your loud music and marijuana cigarettes and '58 Plymouth Fury-backseat dry-humping.)
Seriously--have a swell day, Tim. You are well-loved!
Joel
P.S. Cool Police clip! I first remember seeing that "concert" on Nickelodeon as a "Special Delivery" program when we first got cable TV in 1980!