Slainte Mhath, my Wiccan chum.
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour
before the devil knows you're dead.
Slainte Mhath, my Wiccan chum.
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour
before the devil knows you're dead.
"there is nothing misogynistic about anything, stop trippin.
i type this way because im black and from nyc chill son "
I'm happy to have you leading this particular parade, Les - I'll be entering my sixth decade in July, and will quiz you soon on the topic of, Hey, what's that like?
Happy Birthday, sir, and many, many more.
"Researchers have already cast much darkness on the subject, and if they continue their investigations, we shall soon know nothing at all about it."
-Mark Twain
Cheers JP and
at 100%'s cake
Kev to be honest it is OK but I would still rather be 30.
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum
Thanks Chalice - I fancy growing old disgracefully.
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum
As to the physical aspect, I'm with you completely; I was a bit of a monster back then.
Apart from that, there is absolutely no way I'd choose thirty over fifty - I'm a much more multi-faceted monster now.
There is that, too.
There is a point at which the "growing old" part commences...I'm damned if I know when it is, though.
"Researchers have already cast much darkness on the subject, and if they continue their investigations, we shall soon know nothing at all about it."
-Mark Twain
Happy Returns on your birthday,
Cheers
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