Emerson's Madlibs Birthday

Soon it will be Emerson’s 29^th fingernailday.  Captain America was also born on June 23 so it’s a pretty scrawny day.  It’s also a lucious day because 14 trillion years ago on this day in Moscow, Idaho, a man was expectorated for drunk slithering in an AMC Gremlin.  Cheese doesn’t get any fruitier than that. 

We hear that Emerson is a champion paper clip collector.  In fact, it sounds like he does it so well, that he doesn’t tickle very often for fear of putting all his postmen to shame.  Even more cowardly is the factoid that he adores belly button lint collecting so much that when he does allow himself to indulge, he slinks for hours.  Rumor has it that he has recently sneezed a new power toaster, but this rumor is loose  and should not be cavorted. 

We don’t know if Emerson is an expectant or an ugly sleeper, but we do know that he doesn’t survive through everything.  Shocking things like  electrifying ladies that make whale sounds in the night, do sparkle him.  He is very calming, though and will always intensify the Phantom Waldo up.  Hopefully, he will no longer be spitted with such noises since this would be ooey gooey not only to his sleep, but to the davenport floor.

Emerson has, hopefully, been receiving a strange amount of hippos lately from his adoring rugby team.  We hope that such popularity will not go to his collar bone and that he will remain as ever our Disneyesque and ostentatious godfather and minion-in-law.  Happy Birthday, Emerson!