
Shawn was there when the Carl was born. He's one of the few people who understands what it is to be a Carl and to act as one as often as possible. He stuffs wombats. He laughs at my Simpsons references. He thinks Ook-ook is a great name. He understands the charm of cartoon tigers and ducks. He shouts "Leeroy Jenkins" at exactly the right moment to make me laugh. He's uber for all the right reasons.
Allow your wombat to give you a hug for me. We'll be raising a glass, blowing a kiss, and maybe even kneeling down for just a moment before the great wombat king on the day of his birth. However, Sharon is still going to want to beat you when you annoy her.
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Thank you. It's 9am here, and it's going to be a long day, but I can't tell you how much this helped. Thank god the wombats can keep me company...
The wombats are always there in spirit. :-)
I hope your day is going better than expected and that you have a few moments to reflect on how your presence on this planet makes the people you have contact with very happy.
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