It’s absolutely gorgeous outside today (“The sun is out, birds are singing, bees are trying to have sex with them – as is my understanding…” – Bart Simpson), so it’s time to officially call the first Shpadoinkle Day of the year.
And if you’re not familiar with the origin of Shpadoinkle Day, let me just say that it involves a musical, a cannibal, a mis-spelled tattoo and the dining hall of one of my alma maters.
May all your hearts be as full as a baked potatah.
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