Fluther says a lot of crap: I deserve a vacation, no I don’t, my life pretty much is a vacation; we love your style, I don’t have a style, I’ve gotten smarter, no I haven’t, I’ve gotten stupider; I’ve been working out, no, actually I haven’t; my don’t you look dapper!, I’m wearing jeans, a plain black t-shirt and flip flops, really, dapper, not exactly; they were wondering when I’d stop by, I’m here pretty much all the goddam time; we’ve been expecting you, duh! Again, I’m here pretty much all the goddam time and they have apparently have baked me a cake, fine, thank you, I really appreciate it … so where the hell is my cake? I don’t see it anywhere.