s, and then there are friends. Let it be known that Desmond is the latter. As you are all aware, I became a year older (only a few hours wiser, at best) this past weekend. Just a moment after becoming the first to wish me a prosperous 24th, Desmond produced what has to be the finest birthday gift in the history of guykind: The Hillshire Farms Yard O' Beef! Three whole libs of hardwood smoked Summer Sausage! Give me a box of club crackers and a block of edam cheese with that yard o' beef, and friends, life is good. I dare say it can't get better. My cousin Joel wins the "Tacoma Tough Club" Manliest Offspring Award at the birthday party, thanks to his 0-year-old son Landon, who had a Twizzler's Pull 'n' Peel in one paw, and the summer sausage in the other.
Is it possible to look at Desmond brandishing his Hillshire Farms and not think of Chris O'Donnell's D'Artagnan?
Nope, it's not.
