Dear “Clueless”, 15 years ago today some random chick I was dating took me to go see you… the girl was wicked hot… but seriously fucking annoying, it was a painfully hot day, and the thought of having to stare at you for two hours was exhausting (unless I could get some theater head)! and I wasn’t wrong… you were horrible! The only good thing was a young, horny Alicia Silverstone… a fat Brittany Murphy and the introduction of our generations most understated comic, Paul Rudd. After that, who really gives a shit. I mean, Travis Birkenstock? really.
Anyway… you sucked at first, kinda grew on me… and now you’re the poster child for life in 1995. I finally grew up… but happy to see you’re still just the same.
Happy Birthday!
