Jings man
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(The cake is a lie!)
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Happy B-day! Hope you’re not wasting any of it at work. 
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Happy Birthday from the BadAss Wastelands!
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Happy birthday, Don.
So you’re the IMDB Donald Petersen?
BTW, how long do you have to be a BB commenter before you get b’day shout-outs on the front page?
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Thanks! Yeah, I’m a couple of those. I’m the first one that comes up, plus the ones attached to Poodle Springs and Dream On. I’m definitely not the Wikipedia Donald Petersen. I only occasionally drive Fords; they never did let me run the company.
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Happy birthday, happy mutant! And many more!!!
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Thanks, Mindy! You always make my time here at BBS a pleasure as well as a welcome intellectual challenge.
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Pay to play!
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Happy Birthday!! I knew there was something about you I liked…we’re about a week apart.
Hope you had a wonderful day and the people in your life made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
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In case anybody was wondering what Mr. Petersen was doing during his “Internet Exile”, I found some footage:
(5MB gif resists uploading)
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Son, that’s no cake. In Chicago, we call that a pie.
(cake ain’t got no crusts)
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Well, that’s Boston for you.
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I…no.
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That was informative, thank you!..although, with the answer comes more questions. For example, what kind of Italian cooks his own tomato sauce and then puts it on a “Pillsbury refrigerated classic pizza crust”? I am confused at the disconnect.
I prefer pizza, then cake, but to each his own.
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As discussed previously, that’s a shoop: you can tell by the pixels crispy interior crust.
#Crust
One, or several, of which CAKES HAVE GOT NOT.
Pizza is a savoury pie. Try making that unnameable horror, the pie-cake|cake-pie, and you’ll end up with a PECULIAR, PROTUBERANT, HORNED PUDDING, A NONSENSICAL, DISGUSTING PALP.
Hat tip to the Lovecraft Engine for some appropriate purple prose.
I re-iterate, however, that a savoury pie of dimensions original pictured, sans interior crusts, is the ur-pizza, the pizza by which all others are measured (and come up lacking).
If the dish ain’t deep, it ain’t gonna be sweet.
So, uh… happy birthday.
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