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[off_the_hookah]

I have some good news of my own...I'm the proud father of a healthy, bouncing baby...man.

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[freak_lip]

Thanks, dad.

[freak_lip]

By the way...does this mean I can join the Scottish Maffia now. I am certified 100% Scottish.

[tookeen]

[strictest]

Good God Congratulations.

[off_the_hookah]

Thank you.

[giftapfel]

Congratulations!

Where are our cigars?

[off_the_hookah]

HAVE SOME PATIENCE!

[giftapfel]

Sir, I have endless patience.

[off_the_hookah]

Expect a delivery some time this week.

[cometospain]

[There are a few streaky splotches at the top, along with coffee spots.]

Neil, I'll be sure to send over a layette set immediately.

[off_the_hookah]

I think he'd much rather like jeans and a t-shirt.

[freak_lip]

Or someone who will actually go to a jazz club with me.

[cometospain]

Here, consider this a written promise from Georgia Bradford (which, if you ask the right people, is pretty solid): as a birthday present, you name the evening and we'll go to that club. Just not tonight, of course, as I've already put my hair in curlers, and that just looks absolutely tacky when everyone is at least half your age all around you.

And, of course, no layette sets.

[off_the_hookah]

Naw. I'm investing for the future, so he'll take care of me in my declining years.

[off_the_hookah]

I'm beginning to cozy up to the idea.

That's your job.

You're hired.