I know I’m never online anymore, but you didn’t think I’d forget, did you?
You were one of the first “real” friends I made here, and I continue to value your common sense, your storytelling abilities, your unending sarcasm, and your good heart. I hope this year brings you money, health, travel, front page stories, hockey, beer, rock and roll, and more hot Brazilian chicks than you can handle.
Conversely, I hate your naivety, your endless prattle, your meekness, and your mean streak. I pray for your bankruptcy, sickness, getting nailed down to the floor, your name in the police blotter, badminton, wine coolers, Enya, and that you get a hot brazilian wax.
Me. I hate your common sense, I love your storytelling, I’m a little on the fence regarding your sarcasm, and, although I’m not a heart specialist, I like it O.K. I hope this year brings you just a bit of money, one or two colds/flu/intestinal distress, but nothing to serious, the ability to go to the store, a byline of your own, badmitton played with a hockey puck, hard alcohol, Adult Contemporary, and hot Brazilian nuts.
Have a good, Milo. And one of these days, if I ever get up to my brother, kamikazee’s place, the three of us will have to get together for a beer, or six.
Well, if that isn’t a testament to how I never find enough time to come around here anymore, I don’t know what is. I missed my own birthday thread.
Thanks, friends. Belatedly.
:: grabs a stale chip from a near-empty bowl ::
[sub]No Brasileiras were debauched during the celebration of this birthday. Several beers were emptied, however. Professional Driver on Closed Course. Void where prohibited. Go Red Wings.[/sub]
Yeesh. Sorry I missed this one, Milo! Belated birthday greetings! Sounds like you had a good one. And when the hell are you goig to attend another Michigan fest, huh?