It's my birthday today: August 31. For some odd reason, many of my friends keep misremembering it as August 29. Not sure why that is. Turning 47 means more gray hairs in the pubes. The scrote, my semper fidelis companion, droops that much lower, continuing its glacial progress toward my knees. Wisdom knocks at the door of consciousness, but I'm not quite ready to let it in: not hoary enough yet.
Tonight: galmaegi-sal with my buddy Tom. Meantime, meditate on this:
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Many happy returns, Kevin.
ReplyDeleteI'm close to 47, myself. But not as close as I'd like to be :)
Thanks, Henry.
ReplyDeleteApparently I need to revise my fantasy for turning 47. Right now I think I've got killing an endangered animal somewhere in Africa and becoming an overnight internet sensation.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your meat meet tonight, and tell Tom that he'd better give you that reach-around for your birthday, like we discussed.
C,
ReplyDeleteDid you see the recent photo of that little girl and the giraffe carcass?
As for Tom: yes, he'll be reminded.
I had not seen the girl and the dead giraffe, but Google to the rescue as usual. I have a feeling that I'm going to have to come up with something better by the time I'm 47 if I want to be an overnight internet sensation.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, Kevin.
ReplyDeleteHappy happy day my friend. What is this I read about a meat meet? I imagine it is not the meat shown in your graphic above, but more likely a meal. I hope that you get the meat sweats and enjoy yourself. I will toast your health and longevity at every opportunity today.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday! Why is it that as my body becomes slower and more decrepit with age, Jesse Graff just did this on U.S. television? She makes Olympic athletes look pedestrian at the elderly age of 32 and after several serious injuries and operations over the years falling down for a living.
ReplyDeleteHere is Jessie at work and training. Hard-core training doesn't even being to describe her days. I wonder what she eats. I doubt it's ever birthday cake.
In continued celebration of your birthday,
ReplyDeletehere are a few U.S. English words not to say in England. While they are common in the U.S., they are quite obscene across the pond.
This guy is so good that I am now following him on Youtube and using tosser, sod, bloody wanker, and knob-head in my everyday speech. I haven't gone completely mental and dropped the head when pronouncing knob-head like Lost in the Pond does, yet.
Frank, Mike, and John,
ReplyDeleteMany thanks!
A special birthday message:
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNtrY_HD9vU
Rhesus,
ReplyDeleteRhesus Christ, man.
Well... at least, that's better than the dick pic my little brother texted me as a birthday present. (Not his dick... I think.)