Twenty-nine years ago today, an angel descended from the heavens to bestow upon this earth a boy of unequivocal wit, humor and conceit. You should’ve seen him. Big, bright eyes. Rosy cheeks flush with innocence. A smooth, pinchable ass. And while those first two characteristics have evaded that boy in

As a kid, I was picked on a lot. These things happen when you’re frail, freckle-faced and a tad effeminate. Pair that with “Little Ronnie Howard” red hair and an overbite big enough to make Mr. Ed envious and, well, you’re destined for years of torment and teasing. I was