I’ve told the story dozens of times now; but in place of a standard “happy birthday”….

The first time I met Dave Gillstrap, I happened to be exposing myself to a lady (she asked) and David walked up and SLAMMED me in the testicles. Before the shock could hit me, he started singing “yat-dat-dat-dat-daaaa” in a Carney-esque tone and was smiling from ear to ear.

I still love the guy. And today is his birthday. So there ya go. Happy birthday, ‘ol Blackballs- hope it treats you well!

(ps: I still owe you one)