*a pride of s enter stage right and head straight for center stage, a pair of s with a small banner loosely tied to their tails. The s "tune up" then, after they are ready, they begin "singing", the pair with the small banner raise their tails, exposing what is printed on it:
Belated Happy Birthday, wil!
*after their performance, the s with the banner lower their tails, then the chorus exit stage right, a couple of kittens performing some tricks for wil before following the rest of the chorus*
Thanx all! Brithdays used to be a big deal... I refused to work on my birthday, I'd head out and kill brain cells. Today it is just another 1/365th of a trip around the sun. Every day is a joy and celebration. I've developed lsss of a need to make a deal of anniversaries of past occasions, prefer to enjoy and live in the current occasion.
Of all the birthdays one has witnessed
may this, and those following, be of the fittest.
Consign the last to the days of yore
as being three plus fifty nevermore.
*a clowder of s enter stage right and head straight for center stage, a pair of s with a small banner loosely tied to their tails. The s "tune up" then, after they are ready, they begin "singing", the pair with the small banner raise their tails, exposing what is printed on it:
Happy Birthday, wil!
*after their performance, the s with the banner lower their tails, then the chorus exit stage right, a couple of kittens performing some tricks for wil before following the rest of the chorus*
Joyously anticipating my next baptism in guiness, anxiously awaiting the warm fresh pretzels and spicy brown mustard.... poupon always better than pissed off is my motto.
Yes double nickels, the speed limit on many of our byways, entitles me to discounts at movies and restaurants just for ambling in...what is not to like.
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