Thread:Plaxton/@comment-34617323-20180126164556

<p style="border-bottom-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-bottom-style:none;border-bottom-width:0px;border-image-outset:0;border-image-repeat:stretch;border-image-slice:100%;border-image-source:none;border-image-width:1;border-left-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-left-style:none;border-left-width:0px;border-right-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-right-style:none;border-top-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-top-style:none;color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:&quot;HelveticaNeue&quot;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;margin-bottom:6.5px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-top:5.2px;orphans:2;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-top:0px;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;vertical-align:baseline;-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0px;">I hope the theme will be this:

<p style="border-bottom-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-bottom-style:none;border-bottom-width:0px;border-image-outset:0;border-image-repeat:stretch;border-image-slice:100%;border-image-source:none;border-image-width:1;border-left-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-left-style:none;border-left-width:0px;border-right-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-right-style:none;border-top-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-top-style:none;color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:&quot;HelveticaNeue&quot;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;margin-bottom:13px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-top:13px;orphans:2;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-top:0px;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;vertical-align:baseline;-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0px;">You are called to Papa Louie's birthday, but along the way you miss your flight, and when you get there the party is over. You are upset, until papa comes and says, "work at my Scooperia!"

<p style="border-bottom-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-bottom-style:none;border-bottom-width:0px;border-image-outset:0;border-image-repeat:stretch;border-image-slice:100%;border-image-source:none;border-image-width:1;border-left-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-left-style:none;border-left-width:0px;border-right-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-right-style:none;border-top-color:rgb(58,58,58);border-top-style:none;color:rgb(58,58,58);font-family:&quot;HelveticaNeue&quot;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;margin-bottom:13px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-top:13px;orphans:2;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-top:0px;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;vertical-align:baseline;-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0px;">a year later, (the end,) the last holiday is papas next birthday, and you make it. anyone else like that?  