Happy Birthday, Mom.

You’re the best mother in the world, and any one of the four of us would fight anybody who said otherwise.

We love you, Mom. We’ll be at your house in about an hour to take you out to Sunday birthday lunch.

Now, please put the gun down.

I am Mamacita. Accept no substitutes!

Hitting the fan like no one else can...

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