Bob, just because it's your birthday doesn't mean that we're not waiting breathlessly for your next amusing anecdote.
Happy Birthday, Bob.
You don't have to wait any longer. It isn't my birthday.
It's the anniversary of Julius Caesar's death. He figures prominently in many of my re-inventions as well as my multiple personality disorder.
A you may know, I am not a "Happy Birthday, Bob" kinda guy.
Having been purchased under gray circumstances, the actual date is in dispute, but we know that it all began in someone's Daddy's Hudson Terraplane. No one was over 18 and it was in March.
Not that even I remember more than 4% of my own posts, but I did mention, in December, seeing OK GO----- ON my birthday and not FOR my birthday.
My REAL friends would have picked up on that.
So, thanks, and thanks for nuthin. Phonies.
Besides, what the hell do you think the odds are that the death date of one of the world's supreme assholes would coincide the the birthdate of a bigger one. Get real!
But thanks for all the warm and fuzzies, you bleeding sentimentalists.
And if you really cared, then where are my f'n baloons!
