HBD DM

[Greg_phpbb3_import1]

It has only taken me thirty years, but I just stumbled across the fact that DM has his birthday the day after John Steinbeck's.

I still want DM's birthday to be on the 29th. Curse you Mrs. DM-Mom for not holding out a bit longer.

[cranefly]

Ditto the HBD, DM.
Welcome to the Age of Now.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Heh. Yer old.

[thatguy]

Belated HBD!
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--tg

[Drunk Monk]

I know Legbone is still in his 40s, but probably older than all of us as the joint ages you that way. tg, I can't remember if you are younger or older than me.

[thatguy]

I'm still working up to the 1/2 century...

--tg

[Greg_phpbb3_import1]

We post here so we can always remember for next year.

Happy Birthday, My Friend.

[King Bob]

Yes! Happy birthday! Although getting old sucks. And I find that I sometimes mis-remember my age, just like my parents used to do. (I sometimes still think I am fifty.) And I thought they were idiots for doing it.

[Drunk Monk]

I posted my bday celebration on the JGB review (<!-- l --><a class="postlink-local" href="http://brotherhoodofdoom.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=7&t=3433">viewtopic.php?f=7&t=3433</a><!-- l -->)

As an epilogue, I came into work yesterday still basking in the glow of a weekend well spent. Then I threw my back out. I have no idea what happened. I was just sitting at my monitor like I am now, and suddenly my right lower flank started to ache really badly. Ever since, I've been popping ibu, doing restorative yoga, sitting with a heating pad, I even took a scaldingly hot epsom salt bath this morning. Still hurts like hell.

yer right, KB. growing old sucks.

[Greg]

Let the aging continue. Happy Birthday, DM

[Drunk Monk]

I just got a miracle birthday ticket. 

DOOM report coming

[thatguy]

HBD!

"You are old, Father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head—
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"

"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."

"You are old," said the youth, "As I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—
Pray, what is the reason of that?"

"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment—one shilling a box—
Allow me to sell you a couple?"

"You are old," said the youth, "And your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak—
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."

"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose—
What made you so awfully clever?"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father; "don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!"

--tg

[Drunk Monk]

Thanks for that, tg.  I luv Carroll.  But you know that.

[Greg]

Hey, it's that time again. Happy Birthday, DM.

In case you didn't get the message, Guinness is going to start making a premium Whiskey, too!

[Drunk Monk]

i'm glad that i've lived long enough to taste that...maybe.