Happy Birthday, Burnsey
2006 August 27
“Smithers, have the Rolling Stones killed!”
“But sir, those aren’t–”
“Do as I say!”
Well, that was a prelude to wishing IP a very happy 32nd birthday. As I write this post, I realize that, being away, he can’t dictate his terms today, so I can assert my God-given right to say that he is four, count ‘em, four years older than I, and that I am not catching up to him in age. I am still the young one and forever will be the young one.
But may his forehead grow strong like the mighty oak.
Okay, now I’m mixing up my shows. The soreness from yesterday’s twelve-miler is obviously affecting my brain. Happy birthday, IP!
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Happy birthday, IP!
Dorkus: I thought you, of all people, were going to say:
\”Go to hell, you old bastard.\”
:D Kidding, IP, it\’s just what\’s said at the end of the Ramones version of \”Happy Birthday\” to Mr. Burns.
Then at the end of IP’s birthday party you’d send in riot squad to beat up the calm attendees. Hehe.
Hee! Yes, totally. At least it’s not his retirement party, in which I’ll have to have him tossed off the “Spruce Caboose.”
I forgot to say: thanks for the birthday wishes!