Boy you really butchered that poor buck, but you must be deli-usional! The buck stops here! Happy Birthday my top-shelf friend! You’re now at that age to build and beet yourself up, stop loafing, start adulting, and push your own cart in this supermarket of life. But for this special day, you get a special offer – help getting out of that variety-pack of ideas, you call a box-store dome of imagination! – It’s the yeast I can do! Soon you’ll learn to sharpen it from half-price to market-price! And when you eventually get into a good deal of trouble, I’ll be here to help you if I can. I’ll even give you time to ketchup, but if you bag behind, and become shelf-centered, aisle packet up and keep moving on.