It's Devon's birthday today. He's 35, so if you see him, give him a big wet birthday smoochie. Be sure to use tongue. And he really does live in a zoo, one populated by two cats, a dog, a crazy chick and her batshit crazy family. I don't know how he's survived this long, but I suspect dark magic.
Happy birthday, dude. I'd say I love you on this blog, but I have a badass, hard-as-steel reputation to maintain. Gotta make sure people still fear me in the morning.