But today is William Shatner's birthday. Or, actually, as my friend drunkenly yelled out last night when we saw the trailer for Star Trek, "William Shatter!"
See, my friends and I like to give people porno names and now mostly use them instead of their real names. Also, senior year at school we sat against the English building for lunch and there was this...hmm, shall we say substance that was splattered around the wall. It looked exactly like shat. It looked like someone shat on the wall. Well, it actually looked like the bubbler (water fountain for you foreigners) shat on the wall over the summer when no one was around to see it.
Well, anyhooha, this mother fucker is 78 years old. I wish I could look this good, and be this active, and have that much hair when I am 78 years old. I mean, damn, son! I would have guessed early 60s, at best.
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