Happy birthday to me, indeed.

With friends like these, who needs enemies?


*Update - Apparently I was too drunk to remember this, but I found out later that some of the bruising was inflicted by Rain Pryor.

I'd say that being punched by someone relatively famous and not being able to remember it makes for a pretty special birthday. Next year my goal is to be curb stomped by John Stamos, I hope someone brings a camera.