Today being my birthday, I received a couple of nice gifts from my flying friend the Aardvark. She warned me in advance, however, that one thing she had sent was quite goofy and that I might not like it.
Might not like it? Pshaw!
Dogged if she don't know me purty dern well.
The White Elephant-type gift the Flyin' Aardvark sent me was a plate. [Can you serve chocolate-covered ants on it?]
As I unwrapped it (she wraps beautifully, by the way), the first thing I saw was the words, "CERTIFICATE OF LIVE BIRTH".
I was already starting to chuckle because I could foresee the direction this was going in. [This couldn't have anything to do with Barack "USAP" Obama, could it?]
I tore away the rest of the paper and the whole plate [as seen in the photo above] was revealed. And it read:
The Good News:
Wally finds Barack Obama's birth certificate.
The Bad News:
He finds it in Roswell, New Mexico.
It's good to be the Birthday Boy who has friends with a good sense of humor!
~ Stephen T. McCarthy