So, okay, if you’re the 14th reincarnation of the Dalai Lama, when you have a birthday cake, how many candles do you get? Like, do you get 74 because your physical birthday was July 6, 1935 or do you have to count the other 13 Lamas? Because if it’s the latter, that’s a lot of candles and what with the flowing robes and all, well…that’s just a heartache waiting to happen, PLUS I’d rather hopscotch Hell than try to put 628 candles representative of each year of the Dalai Lama’s reign on a regulation-size Fudgie the Whale. Like the spandex in a Herve Leger bandage dress, modern science can only do so much.
If ever I were to cheat on mypretendboyfriend The Archbishop of
My Pants Canterbury it would totally be with the Dalai Lama, even though I secretly suspect he may not be Episcopalian.
I mean how do you not love this guy? Granted his eyebrows aren’t nearly as bitchin’ as my own personal potentate, but seriously.
Well, I’ll tell you.
Aside from being an all-around Awesome Guy and spiritual leader to millions the Dalai Lama:
TOTALLY shares your 6th grade crush on that guy from “Parker Lewis Can’t Lose” even after you found out he went all weird and Scientologist-y and still hangs out with one of the Coreys.
So happy birthday Your Holiness, and many many happy returns!* To the holiest of our Monday Hotnesses.
*Yeah. A reincarnation joke. I went there. Enlighten up, y’all.