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BIRTHDAY CARDS TO CELEBRITIES
(FEBRUARY, '04)


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J F M A M J J A S O N D
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February 24, 1921   |   Abe Vigoda   |   Tessio
Dear Fish,

Happy Birthday, you decrepit old codger! 83 years and not dead yet! Nosiree, Bob! All alive and accounted for here! Vigoda = not dead! Sure, you may look and smell like a week-old hamhock, but you are 100% still among the living. Abe, alive. Vigoda, vital. Yes, you resemble Mumm-Ra the Everliving's grampa, but you are a bona-fide unexpired mortal. Able Abe. Living, breathing, non-corpse.

Just do us all a favor and blink or wink or drool or tremble once every hour or so, O.K.? Because sometimes, I'm pretty sure you're weekending at Bernie's. And the fact that you're oftentimes slumped on Jonathan Silverman's shoulder doesn't really help matters.

Happy 83rd, ya old coot. May your birthday be chockful of hookers and blow.

Yours,
Josh Abraham


February 20, 1963   |   Charles Barkley   |   b-baller
Dear Charles,

The round mound of rebound, indeed. Happy 41st Birthday! I love watching you on TNT; your asinine comments and clear disregard for anything not glazed, chocolate-covered, big-titted, or Michael Jordan is wonderful! If only more grown men were as fat and jolly as you, we'd be running around in a world of racist Santa Claus look-alikes. Joy to the world then, eh, round mound?

I hope you get another double-breasted suit for your birthday. They really are flattering. The pretty sharkskin one you wore the other day, baking in the studio lights, made you look like a bulging, rebounding sausage in a shiny, blue intestinal wrap.

You're my favorite rebounder ever, and living proof why the state of Alabama needs to beef up their sex-education program.

Happy Birthday!

Love,
Nick


February 17, 1981   |   Paris Hilton   |   omnipresent heiress
Dear Paris,

In just a few months, all of America watched you engage in coitus & cellular telecommunication; you've made an ass of yourself and got away scot-free on a reality TV show; you've proposed a retarded book for somebody to ghostwrite; you've slept with me thrice; you farted around the Super Bowl, Sundance, and Nick Carter; you stole a car by accident; you drove your sister to U.P.S. brown; and now you're whoring for Miss America. (Also, I think you showed up on that James Caan show.) Sweet Jesus, woman, can't you hold down a job? You're all over the place like an Asian virus. Slow down, you ubiquitous Muppet! Can't you quit badgering us with your soul-sucking vapidity for just a weekend, you threepenny floozy?

Happy Birthday!

Love,
Josh Abraham

P.S. Dug the cornrows.


February 13, 1950   |   Peter Gabriel   |   sledgehammer
Dear Peter,

Oooooooooh in your eyes! (The light, the heat!) Your eyes! (I am complete!) Your eyes! I see the doorways (Your eyes) to a thousand churches (your eyes)... etc.

You know, Cusack does that outside Ione Skye's window, and it's all romanitc. I do the same thing, whammo! Restraining order. Yeah, that's fair.

Happy 54th Birthday!

Best,
Jeremy Piven


February 12, 1938   |   Judy Blume   |   chick lit jr.
Judy, Judy, Judy!

Happy 66th Birthday! Judy, I reread "Toa4GN" every day. The scene where Fudge colors in the map that Peter worked so hard on makes me weep openly. It worries my boss that I'm so eager to cry over the fictional events of a fourth grader. I contend that the allegory holds true regardless of age. I am as much a fourth-grade nothing today as when I first read the book, in college. Thank you, Judy, for making me search my soul. I gotta go call my therapist. I think I just had a breakthrough.

Love,
Geoff


February 10, 1961   |   George Stephanopoolos   |   guy behind the guy
Dear Georgie,

Happy 43rd Birthday! You did such good work with Clinton. You turned a ruddy-faced hick from Arkansas who got blowjobs on the side into a ruddy-faced President who got blowjobs on the side!

I heard you are married to that woman from the "Ali & Regis" show. Pretty good score for a short, stubby little dude like yourself. Tell me, how'd you do it? Magic bans? Merlin? Here's why I ask:

I'm a midget. (Not a dwarf; dwarves have oversized heads and I'm no big-headed freak, just short.) I have the hots for the girl with the club foot who works at the 7-Eleven. She's got the boot and everything. Do you have any advice for a smitten sprite? You're in P.R. Help me out here.

Best,
Geoff Wolinetz


February 9, 1940   |   J.M. Coetzee   |   author
February 9, 1955   |   JM J. Bullock   |   Monroe
Dear JM & J.M.,

Happy 49th & 64th Birthdays! Wow, my two favorite J-Ms both celebrating special days today! I don't know when J.M. Barrie was born, but I wish he were here to join in all the b-day fun! He'd get along great with you guys! He's a writer just like you are, J.M., and he likes little boys like you do, Monroe! Something for everybody! Hooray!

Happy Birthdays!

Sincerely,
J.M. Abraham
(likes writing; not little boys)


February 4, 1948   |   Alice Cooper   |   Marilyn Manson prototype
Dear Alice,

Hey, Stoopid, happy 56th birthday. You're weird. Really strange, as if your mother was on a tobacco-smoking, pepto-drinking, punching-herself-in-the-stomach-while-she-was-pregnant-with-you weird. Weird. However, you shouldn't fret, my man, you still scare the hell out of me, but just in a different way. When I was a child, I used to be afraid you would sneak into my room and eat me. Now I'm scared that a long-haired Larry David look-alike is still wearing eye liner and leather pants at age 56. Sick things, I tell you. Who am I to judge, though? I guess I got Another Thing Comin' right? Or is that a song of your arch-nemesis, Judas. (He's really not a Priest for the record) Now that schoooooooool's out for summmmmmmmmmer, I can't remember who sings what. Anyway, after I pass along these birthday wishes to you, no more Mr. Nice Guy. Rock on, psycho.

Love dearly,
Nick


February 3, 1994   |   Tallulah Belle Willis   |   demitasse
Dear Tallulah,

Happy 10th birthday! Ten years old! I hope you're not getting too old for bedtime stories! Because I can't sleep if you don't read to me.

Hey, I'm sorry I covered your eyes during halftime, but you were still only nine years old then, and that's just too young. Heck, I was twelve before the first time I saw a black lady's boobies.

Love,
Ashton

P.S. Could you read to me tonight? Scout's got a sleepover.


February 2, 1954   |   Christie Brinkley   |   uptown girl
Dear Christie,

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sooooo sorry. Please take me back. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Pleeeeeeeeeeease.

Still,
Billy Joel


February 1, 1975   |   Big Boi   |   OutK of Outkast
Dear Big Boi,

29 years old? Who's a big boy now?

Happy birthday!

Hey ya,
Yankee Pot Roast
www.yankeepotroast.org

P.S. I like the way you move.
P.P.S. Not in that way.




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