Happy Birthday, David!

David is six years younger than me, which explains why we weren't very close growing up. I think another reason is because our parents forced us to take awkward pictures together at major life events.

David is also much smarter than me. He's pretty much the valedictorian of his high school class. He broke twelve-hundred on his SATs, he got perfect scores on his AP exams and SOL tests. He's so effing smart that when his high school English teacher forgot to assign an essay that would have earned the best writer a meeting with a senator in Washington, his teacher just told the organizers of the contest that David wrote the best essay. (I'm not even exaggerating here. This really happened. It not only shows you how everyone knows how smart David is, it also gives you a view of the fine people we have teaching at my Alma Mater.)

David is also on the soccer team, the golf team, the academic challenge team, and he's in the Chess club (Nevermind that). He's taking college classes for the second year in a row. He's also a Boy Scout. Basically, he does everything a seventeen year old can do in my home town save for drugs and impregnating his classmates.

Basically, he's going to get into any college he wants.

Now. Having said all of that...

David IMed me on Friday with the following question: "Just what in the hell is Snakes on a Plane about, anyway?"

It just goes to show you, people, that even geniuses can be really dumb sometimes.

Happy Birthday, David!