Or should I say, Madame Producer? If anything this all should've been said yesterday when it was officially her birthday, but for the record I understand how all this cake business works—it's a late afternoon thing by the time it gets all baked, delivered, candled, and blown—and it makes virtually no web sense to post. (Put it this way, you can either have a fully erect and rock solid stat for the day or a soft limp number that equates to this sorry ass dildo mold I once tried to make.) Anyway, it's posted now and that's all that matters. Time is relative, after all, but if there's one thing I know from growing up under the rainbow it's that age is relative, too. So whether we wish Shanna a "Happy Birthday!" today, tomorrow, or two weeks from next Tuesday, it's all the same Einstein shit—and that's a good thing. That's my theory at least, but then again I dropped out of Physics in high school as well. X, you bastard!