He then extended his 1.06m-long arm into the mammals' stomachs.

... woops, wrong subject!
... And yet, a certain poetic justice comes to mind as I reflect on the tallness and greatness of these two birthday'ed friends, with long metaphorical webbased arms extended down the gaping jaws of those of us who care to huddle, who might be dare i say biocurious? those (metaphorically) unseemly-stretched fellow travellers on life's long lustless highway, accompanying one T Alejandro Crizby from the verdant Vanier (although Phil, despite much discussion to the contrary, will always be a vanier-latecomer... sorry phil...) to MDJH and the highs and lows of ybc bballz, p-dubs and yonder Mun....

Googling this fine fair fellows, what do we find? Luke Quinton:



One PM Johnson:


What will the new year bring these two frisbee and crizzbee afficionados? I predict the old carl-wells double-play: a bride left at the alter as our queer fine fellows marry one another (!) in a jaunty summer civil ceremony, presided over by none other than our own T Alejandro Crizby (web reverend of this very blog)--regardless, this fine pair deserves the best, and though they've put the chum in chummmmmmm----p for 10 years running, they deserve a resounding Burns-ian round of their special chum(p) poem, "A Man's a Man for A'That":

A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an a' that!
But an honest man's aboon his might -
Guid faith, he mauna fa' that!
For a' that, an a' that,
Their dignities, an a' that,
The pith o sense an pride o worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may
(As come it will for a' that),
That Sense and Worth o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree an a' that.
For a' that, an a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that,
That man to man, the world, o'er
Shall brithers be for a' that.


... followed by a joyful line of bikini birthday wellwishers: