Cecil publised my letter (scroll down past the initial column) and THANKED me for fighting his own ignorance.
neener neener neener 
Oh, and happy birthday. Here is a big kiss from across the Atlantic.
25 posts left to go… 8 hous before I’m drunk… 
HAPPY BRITHDAY, Twisty.
Well done on surviving 22 years.
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Happy birthday and 3000th post, John 
::Sends you the Best of Raw and the Tables, Ladders, Chairs videotapes as a gift.::
Happy Birthday, John.
Good show on 3K posts.
Cecil told me over cocktails and hookers last evening that you’ll never make 3000. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted ya to see your 23rd year.
Sorry 'bout yer luck, pal. Call it a twist of fate.
I ain’t Cecil, but come on over here and I’ll give ya a birthday spankin’.
Ah well, I guess it was presumptious of me to expect an edict from the greatone himself. Never mind… ony 365 days left till next year to convince him
Now diane, about that spanking… gloved or ungloved?
Co` latha breith sona dhut!
Have a good time tonight, and know that I shall be thinking of your poor hungover self tomorrow. Yay for Twisty!
Well, happy B’day, and 3000 posts, from me!
I remember MY 22nd B’day… [wavy lines and gradual fade to a picture of the distant past, with a voice-over…]It was the spring of 'ought 5 or mebby 'ought 6. 'Twer a turrible winter, what with the blizzards, the locusts, Maw’s opium diff’cuties, the Jed’s affair with the shee… (Naw! You don’t wanna hear ‘bout THAT shameful bidness!). Why pickins got so slim that we even had to kill and et old Bessie! Why Maw made sich a fuss over that ol’ housecat I’ll never know!..[/wavey lines]
Kicking back to see if Uncle C shows up…
Boooooooo Cecil - boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Nasty Cecil.
Come on Cecil; dance for us, monkey boy.
pan
Happy birthday, John, and congrats on your upcoming 3000th post! (I still have faith that the almighty Cecil could show up… I want to believe… ;))
I already gave you a check for 4 million dollars (give or take a million), one would think that would be sufficient to cover all future birthdays, post-parties and other assorted gift giving occasions for the next three decades at least. Good gravy, man, it was even one of my good Cookie Monster checks, not some lesser muppet like the Count or Kermit!
Seriously, sorry I couldn’t make it to your party this year, we’ll try for next year, 'kay?
Big happy huggles!
Twisty Cakes! Happy Birthday, sweetie!! I don’t have 4 million dollars, I’m sorry. But if I did, well, ok, I wouldn’t give it to you anyway. Can I still come to your party?
I hope you have a fabulous year filled with lots of love and happiness (and a few pennies out of those millions wouldn’t hurt, either).
Big Hugs and happy happy day!
Love,
Jill
Jeg elsker dig, Thomas
- now go get yourself drunk. And stay clear of curbs.
I’ll raise one for you tonight, howzat ?
S. Norman
It’s your birthday, you choose. The other question is, pants or no pants?
HIYA TATER!?!?!?! Good to see you!
Woo, Twisty! Happy birthday, and a premature happy 3000! Have fun celebrating, but not too much fun!
Slainte!
A drink will be raised to you all. Individually.
I swear, I’ll try and get through all 17,000 + of you, I swear!!
Yeah ! Have a great one tonight, Johnny. And, in the memorable words of Yojimbo:
“Bless your young constitution”
Best wishes.
Well I’ll try to raise 17000 glasses to you, Twisty
Have a good evening, mate!
See you in a month.
P