So then, I remembered a promise to blog about Dustin last night. Oops. The thing is, Dustin is so controversial, I couldn't do it last night or there would have been a big ol' fight on my page, and Dustin would want to come home and get all Badass American Marine Watch Your Back on everyone, or more likely on me, and so I had to keep it on the DL, yo.
Which makes me wonder, what if he's all mad at me for not blogging about him last night? Maybe he thought he'd be famous by this morning and he had a limo rented and everything, and then he had to pay for the limo even though he didn't have anywhere to take it because he wasn't famous yet, and doesn't even live in Hollywood, but in some deserty part of California...poor Dustin. So I think I may have a pissed of Marine on my hands, and that is never good. I am not sure how my sister lives with the stress.
However, because I am blogging about Dustin tonight, he'll surely be famous by tomorrow because an entire 95% of the world reads this blog. Or probably my decimal is off a little and it's more like .0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000095%. Something close to that, anyway.
So happy birthday, Dustin! Or Merry Christmas! Or Whatever Comes Next That I Should Get You A Present! You'll be famous by tomorrow morning, only one day late, but hey, it's truly the gift that keeps on giving. I love ya, little bro!
