Dearest Gavin, I hope your geriatric failing liver doesn't prevent you from having a good time on your half-century birthday! When you soil your Depends we can have RyGay clean them up again before you inevitably wet the bed and have to scramble to try to hide it from your wife. I hope the next half-century brings you slightly less misery and that the hip replacements go without complications. I'll have somebody hide your credit cards while your senile ass tunes into the Home Shopping Network to prevent you from spending your fortune on fake jewelry for the second daughter you thought you had. You're a hell of a role model for other boomer fags who like to put dildos in their ass and play it off as a goof-- and for that, we love you!