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It's my birthday today, the totally unmomentous big 3-4, so I'll be expecting a flood of gifts from all you rotten bastards.*
In truth, it's not that big a deal. 34? Fuck that! I'm young at heart! Actually, considering the smoking and poor diet, I imagine that I have a weary, miserably chugging heart. But I've still got my mind! Which I of course am sadly ruining by watching wretched horsehit like Jason X or poisoning with drink. But I've got a good job! Which involves a lot of dead people.
Hmmmm.
Well, here's what I do got: a good wife who is taking me out on the town for a nice dinner, and some good friends whom I'm meeting afterwards for some cocktails at the lovely (and soon to be extinct) Cloud Room. And that's good enough for me.
*God, I'm kidding! Chill out, you rotten bastards!
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Happy birthday!
Happy happy happy birthday!
The Frogurt is also cursed.
But it comes with your choice of toppings!
Happy birthday, pun'kin!
Feliz Cumpleanos y Bon Aniversare, homey G. Eat it up right, yo, cuz you're only 34 once. Tice. Fee times a mady.
You think the big 3-4 is unmomentous? How many birthdays do you think you'll have that are evenly divisible by 17? Not many my friend. Cherish it.
Happy 34th, Skot!
I think my nephew said it best:
Abber day day to you
Abber day day to You
Abber Day Day, Abber Day Day
Abber day day to yoooooo!
34 looks good on ya!
Wow, a birthday almost equidistant between "last Christmas" and "next Christmas." Did that mean maximum gifts, especially compared to sorry souls like oh, say, my brother whose birthday fell smack in the middle of Christmas-shopping season?
To make this an INTERNATIONAL EVENT (which ofcourse it is!):
D'r is er één jarig hoera hoera,
dat kun je wel zien dat is hij.
Dat vinden wij allen zo prettig ja ja
en daarom zingen wij blij.
Hij leve lang hoera hoera.
Hij leve lang hoera hoera.
Hij leve lang hoera.
Which is Dutch for: Happy B'day etc.
Birthdays are only important for one reason: People buy you drinks. Remember, on your birthday, you're only a day older than you were the day before. Cheer up you little bugger.
Happy Birthday! (Does anyone else feel like Frosty the Snowman every time they say that?)
eppy burfday.
Since this seems to be growing in languages (French, Nephewese):
Bonne fête, Skot!
Ya rotten bastard.
:)
Happy Birthday, Skot. Thanks for making me laugh so much since I've discovered Izzle Pfaff.
otanjoubi omedetou!
Damn, I was all excited that I would go to the Cloud Room after my silly graduation ceremony tonight, then I realize that today's Wednesday and your birthday was yesterday.
Huh.
Maybe next year.
Okay, I've never commented here before, but I must. Firstly, happy birthday! Secondly, I'm scared. Not only do you make me laugh so hard that I can't stop, but we have the same name and the same birthday. I'm worried that I might be your less funny doppelganger. Eek.
Fröhlicher Geburtstag less funny Doppelganger!
Danke Schoen.
bitte schoen
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