Happy 25th to my good friend, Fudge McSkinny!

In the birthday blog tradition that was started on my 25th by some good friends of mine, I shall post humerous, possibly humiliating pictures on this birthday blog for the C-Lover, Fudge McSkinny, St Michael OG: Ryan Clover. Some of these he may have forgotten about, and that's why he has me; to remind him of these surpressed moments. Enjoy, big guy!


If I were to imagine what it was like when Ryan
first entered this world, I can only guess it
looked something similar to this:

Of course, I wasn't there, and I could be wrong but I don't
believe a shopping cart was involved. God only knows
how they did that shit in St. Michael way back then.




Instead of growing up to be a nice, strong man here we
see Ryan holding back tears as I generously give him a
Spider-man tatoo in preparation of the Spider-man premier.

Oh, yeah. It was a fake tatoo I got from some fucking
Pop Tarts. Wuss!




And here's Ryan...being Ryan.

Gross!




In case you're wondering why I look like such a badass and Ryan
looks so upset, just take a closer look at the sign between us.

You'll see Ryan is standing on the "Soft" side vs me on the "Hard" side.
That's right, ladies! Call me.






All in all, Ryan's looking better than ever. Here's one
of our many fabulous Tuesday pictures.

People have said if I was gay, we'd make a pretty cute
couple.




Until we got sick of hearing how fucking cute we are
and just didn't give a shit about it anymore.



Happy birthday you sexy beast! I hope it's a good one.