Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I have come to a conclusion:

a birthday just means I'm one year more of a old bastard than I was the day before.

Hell of a thing, isn't it?

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

You've also traveled another half a billion miles. If you live three score and ten, you'll have traveled 41 billion miles.

Alas, we're just going in circles.

Samsam

dick said...

Well Happy Birthday (early or late, I don't know which) ya old codge.

James R. Rummel said...

I've almost died so many times, that every birthday is a celebration. ("Not yet! Not Yet!")

Happy Birthday!

Mikey said...

While I do seem to be getting older, I don't think it's possible to get any "bastarder". Cheers, Firehand, happy birthday, drink em if you got em.

BobG said...

My usual attitude to birthdays is: "Well, what's going to go wrong THIS year?"

Keith said...

Happy birthday,
I don't care what they say about you, I think you're OK!

Firehand said...

Well, thank you a- wait, WHAT did they say?

Fire said...

Relax, Mister. They said you have one hell of a nice weapon.

Happy Birthday, dear.

Sorry I missed it.