My kind of month

Enough with May.
Let's get on with June.
The months of weddings, and graduations, and father's day, and flag day, and Monica Leigh Mitchell's birthday, and Donna Roski's birthday, and my mother's hair dresser's birthday, and that guy who had the bunk across from me in barracks 2004 in the 3392nd Training Squadron down at Keesler AFB birthday, and Jim Nabor's birthday, and Anne Frank's birthday, and Genghis Khan's birthday, and the Lady of Charm's birthday, and Dr Pepper's birthday, and Fritz the Cat's birthday, and Mr Bojangle's birthday, and Pop Warner's birthday, and Mother Goose's birthday, and both of the Grimm Brother's birthdays, and Humbert Humbert's birthday, and Lolita Davidovich's birthday, and the 5th Beatle's birthday, and the 6th Stone's birthday, and Little Richard's birthday, and the Big Bopper's birthday, and my cousin Greg's birthday, and Little Annie Fannie's birthday, and the guy who took the picture of Lee Harvey Oswald holding the rifle's birthday, and the Last of the Mohicans birthday, and the First Lady of the Blue's birthday ...
Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh