Lemme just say: I love my birthday. Love it. Not because of the gifts (oh, but they are nice). I love them because strange, fawn-like people always surprise me and sing an enchanting song, bewitching my better judgement. Somehow I find them attractive, and soon I'm led off to the land of Bacchus and satyrs and druids... No longer a mid-summer night's dream, but rather a first day of fall morning's nightmare!
I died watching this. Can you find the man with the long, scary teeth? What about the wide-eyed blonde child? Or, the woman with the strange nose/chin combo?
Loving all of you! Thanks, Hayeses!!