He's big, he's bad, he's the guy you want to get your back if you ever get jumped by a bunch of punks with baseball bats, and he's the guy that will pour back more whiskey than McNulty. And now he's also 32. That's right, the other half of the Brothers Grimm, the man that pushes me towards destiny and laughs hysterically as he contributes to my inebriation celebrates his birthday today. Most didn't think he'd make it this far (or at least that his brain cells would), and my bet is he's got a ways to go, assuming of course that he doesn't piss off the wrong people in Vegas and end up buried in the desert รก la Pesci.On a road that started with tequila shots at a wedding and is current to Jameson shots last night, E is a companion that's pretty good to be around, and so here I wish a happy birthday to Spooky Grimm. Here he is in one of his ancient 31 year old moments. I tried to find a picture where he's not flipping off the camera, but I just don't know that it exists. Anywhere.
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