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!