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That�s right. Last night my wife and my friends threw me the best birthday party ever. Heidi orchestrated it all, and then got out of there as fast as she could. Why, you ask? Because it was Man-Night. The first in what I’m sure will become a wonderful tradition. First we grilled. Prolly about 100 pounds or so of pure, dead cow. Then, with the smell of seared bovine and malted hops still thick in the air, we sat down to watch a gratuitously bloody western, The Wild Bunch.

Yes, my friends, it was a magic evening. Good friends, good meat, good beer, and a whole mess of killing on DVD. I also got some killer gifts: a toolbox full of goodies for my collection of tools, a Pearljam vinyl, and the ultimate- a Dremel. It doesn’t get any better- I have the best wife and the best buds. Of course it can only happen once a month since I’ve now got enough beef lodged in my colon I’ll have to leave it in my will.