At Josh's Summer Camp, we're drinkin' beers, Hacky sack champs, no athletic careers. Cornhole battles, BBQ for days, S'mores so sticky, it'll blow you away. Bring a chair, a cooler, and something warm, Prepare for bad singing—it's part of the charm! At Barrington, the fun won't tire, Come for the laughs and stay by the fire! Even though his birthday is Aug 31, it's never too late to celebrate!

On Friday the thirteenth, aloft in the blue, A lucky dove soared, its mission so true. Defying the myths of a day so maligned, It sprinkled good fortune on all it could find. With a flutter and gleam, it danced through the sky, Turning dark superstitions into a lie. For with each beat of its heart pure and just, It taught us that true luck is built upon trust. Lucky Dove: "coo Happy Friday the 13th coo".

In October's chill, 'neath a ghostly moon, I met Vyllon, a shadowy boon. Eyes that gleamed with secrets deep, Whispers of haunts, making hearts leap. Together we tread where phantoms roam, Vyllon's presence, a chilling tome. In the spookiest month, where shadows play, With Vyllon, I danced the fears away.

You met Nolan somewhere other than an Ethereum conference in 2023.