Happy Birthday Baby!
Happy Birthday Michael my love. I hope you have a great day!
This was supposed to go up at midnight last night. I’m lame at posting. Oh well. Better late than never!
indeed. I have it on my iCal that today’s your b’day, Miguel. Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday to a gentleman and a scholar.
Holy shit, you’re older than I thought. If you’re not watching “Murder She Wrote” and going to bed at 8PM tonight, we should get our drink on. (I still have a certain gifted bottle of 12-year scotch) You know my number – you can dial it with your rotary telephone machine.
Happy Birthday…..from one of those who do consider you as an old fart.
Happy Birthday, pretty soon it will balding heads and pot bellies. It’s all down hill from 33.
Don’t listen to ‘em Mike…you’re still in the 18-34 box. It all goes downhill once you’re in the NEXT box up…which is still nicer than being in the box that ends with a “+” instead of an actual number….so says my Mom, whose birthday is today as well! Happy, Happy Birthday Mike! Yer cool.
Ah yes, June….in a perfect world, but Mike and I went to the same high school where we were subjected to the drinking water of OXNARD!!!!! That alone is enough to shave 10-15 years from a person’s health. The only saving grace for Mike would be if he immediately started on a strict diet of grilled squirrel droppings and argula to counter the damaging effects.
Mike, I haven’t heard from you regarding a drink-a-thon tonight. Just Tivo the Golden Girls and get drunk with me.
I’m in. Chad, Matt?
I left word for Chad & Matt….haven’t heard back yet…
mmmmmmmm … Bookers.
Happy, happy birthday! Now send my hubby home =)
he’s on his way.
Guess I missed it…but Happy Birthday Mike. Listen, I’ve got 20 years on you and I can still keep up with all you young whipper-snappers. You’ve got plenty of good years left. Oops! Gotta go, Bingo night!
It’s a good thing Mike only turns 33 once.
Dude, I thought you were WAY older. HA HA HA!
Congrats for lasting this long.
Seriously boys? 5 AM?
(I’m really younger than you, but soooo much older) Wait, I don’t know if that’s a good thing.
Gretchen, you’re going to have to talk to Bookers about that.
Oh lord. Good night. Today is now off the calender completely. Back to bed for me….
Gretchen, did you have a chance to talk to Bookers? I lost my entire day because of it yesterday. It was replaced by darkness. Sweet, lazy, couch-coddled darkness.
That’s the sad thing about growing up. Back in the day you had a lost weekend… now we only get a lost Wednesday.
I don’t know what you guys are talking about. I woke up, choked back some coffee, and trotted off to teach class. Was that not your Wednesday experience?
Zack, what time did you and Rosy cash out?
I was up with the kiddies at 7:45am. I napped for about 90 minutes in the morning, and then Zombied my way through the rest of the day.
Michael, I call bullshit. If you were teaching class on Wednesday morning, you’re either a liar, or those kids’ parents are wasting their money.
I cashed out immediately after you guys split. Rosy could have partied on my couch with the cats all night, but I wouldn’t know because I was spinning wildly in my bed. I saw him through foggy, still-drunk 10am eyes, when I stumbled into the bathroom. But to be quite honest, it may have not even been him. He could have invited the homeless dude who lives behind the 7-11 to sleep in my living room, and I wouldn’t have even noticed the difference. I went back to bed, and woke up sometime around 1PM, sans-Rosy, and immediately went to meet a client. (Who’s graciously giving me business, even though I most likely looked and smelled like a full-blown heroin addict during our meeting)
I agree with Chad – thank God you only turn 33 once.
PS – when are we doing that again? I’m a masochist, baby. :)
Their parents are definitely wasting their money.
All they really need to learn is 3 chord rock and roll anyways.
I’m not speaking to Bookers anymore. He burned my throat.
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