By substitute on December 15, 2007
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged me | 30 Responses
I just did 36 this week, which is as old as I’ve ever been.
My advice? Hang around a nursing home. You’ll feel like you’re a kid again.
Oh I’m fine with 43! It’s a perfectly good age.
My mom is 78 and seems to be mostly ok with that too.
*smooshes cake on you and baptizes you with alcohol based sauces*
yay!! that means you get 43 presents!! right?? sounds good to me.
Happy birthday. Will you be around for Christmas or after?
T SUBSTITUTE NOW SCHLORK DOWN 43 SHOTS OF THIS
whew. i thought you were sayin you started drinking this stuff straight. :X
HURF BLURF ANOTHER PINT OF TRIPLE SUCK PLZ
And for your birthday I present you with… THE PATIO! Sure I will be seeing you there soon :)
Happy birthday, and I wish you make your best wishes.
Hope you’ve been having an excellent birfdy.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you! I would have responded sooner, but a horrendous drive crash have pre-empted my internets today. I raise my glass of beer to you, good sir!
Oh My! I think 43 is fine, but then again, ask me in 10 years!
I want to send you this thingy, but I’m afraid you’ll already have it. HONK!!
Please attach funny hat and sing now.
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONKM coughing fit
DUH HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND GURGLE.
HAPPY BLATTDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BLATTDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BLATTDAY DEAR SUUUUUBBBSTITUUUUTE
HAPPY BLATTDAY TOOO YOOOOOUUU
I had no idea you were 43….
That was too easy.
This comment entitles you to one public foot massage.
Happy brithday. (Yes, mispelling is intentional for the purposes of sillineff.)
A happy birthday to you, sir. I recommend my own strategy: preemptive nostalgia. See, I think about when I was in my early twenties, and was so disgusted with my physical abilities. When I ran five miles on the beach with my kenpo class I was always the last one. I could barely climb a rope without using my legs. What a weakling! Now I look back and realize “Good heavens – I could run five miles on the beach! I could climb a rope! I was like a god!”
So now I try to look at my current self from the perspective of my self thirty years from now. “Wow, to think that back then I could walk all day if I wanted. I could feed myself! I could hear sounds! My skin stayed on my body. I knew my children’s names! How wonderful is was to be 43. I was just a kid! Oh, those were the days. I’d trade gladly trade my flying car and my robot valet to go back there.”
¡Feliz cumpleaños, jefe!
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