Poor Julius, when will he ever learn? Because for the FIFTH(!!!) year in a row I must correct him:
Darling Julius, I’m very sorry to have to tell you this, but Malcolm WAS right the first time. It really IS the Twelfth of June.
Happy Happy Twelfth of June, everyone!
Let us all celebrate in the traditional manner by saying the date asfastaspossible while simultaneously *clearing our throats* in fully approved Malcolm style!









