I'm over here in Colorado for the weekend, celebrating some Donald success. Which isn't that rare, but its a worthy occasion. His graduation ceremony was yesterday and it wasn't as painful as some previous experiences, but they did obsess over the fact that their senior class was really 'special' and should be honored for not trashing the school on their way out for the last time. For our senior exit, we threw a buttload of bouncy balls down the stairs. It was dangerous, but kind of awesome. But we're not as classy as Donald's graduating class. I guess. To honor this occasion, I give to you some more text messages from Donald. "So the other day I was at a bbq. I'm making my burger and you know, putting on mustard. I finish with that then start putting on the ketchup on my burger. You know how normally the condiments only spill on you if you're putting it on? Well instead, the ketchup hits the mustard and hits it off the burger onto my ...