For the last 8 years, I have not celebrated my birthday. ‘Course you wouldn’t know that ‘cause you divorced me. Ever since Becky died, do you know how — you must, she was your daughter, too, but I don’t know, maybe it’s different for men, I’ve got no idea — but do you know how perverse it is that people think you want to celebrate your own existence when you’ve got a child who’s dead? No offence, but I carried her for nine months in here – her flesh was my flesh, and she’s dead. Part of me is dead. Physically dead. I thought I’d come to terms with it, and I haven’t. I never will.
Unhappy birthdays in Happy Valley….
Dude these two eagles were fighting mid-air and got stuck. They crash landed at an airport and both survived.
How hardcore is that? Look at their faces tho.
Its like “I swear to GAWD Jerry”