Hey, here is a poem for you Todd: Todd, Todd, you are so OLD. If you were a horse you would have been sold. If you were a car, you would be crushed down to bare metal, If you were a flower, you would stand without a petal. Todd, Todd, you are an old racer, if you were a bullet, you would not be a tracer. If you were a dog, we'd put you down, If you lived here in Rome, I'd move town. Errr....yeah.... ..anyway, again, Happy birthday.
Mark, its good to see that you are still capable of RHYMING words for that glorious poem you just produced. Stick to editing film!!