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?
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8 comments:

  1. Anonymous9:57 AM

    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

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  2. dick4:56 PM

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

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  3. James R. Rummel3:25 AM

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

    Happy Birthday!

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  4. Mikey6:04 AM

    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.

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  5. BobG7:09 AM

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

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  6. Keith4:50 PM

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

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  7. Firehand5:08 PM

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

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  8. Anonymous9:09 AM

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

    Happy Birthday, dear.

    Sorry I missed it.

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