I'm 35 today, and you're not . . .

Well, unless you were also born on August 11th, 1965, then I guess you are 35 today too.

Or if your birthday is Aug 10, 1965 and you are crossing the international date line, then I suppose you are 35 today too.

Wait a minute, is that the way it works?
Never mind.

BUT if your birthday is Aug 12, 1965, and you were crossing the international date line …

Eh, technicalities.

[sing-song]
I’m 35 today and you’re not
[/sing-song]

Okay, I suppose if you are a dog and you were born on Aug 11th, 1995, this would be your 35th “dog-year” birthday.

Or if your on a boat near the international dateline and you are a dog who was born on …

Ah, crap, just forget the whole thing. Being 35 is depressing anyway.

Happy Birthday!

Being 35 is depressing? Hell no, you are entering into the best years of your life!! Happy Birthday, enjoy your day!

Nope, I’m not 35. Nor is my birthday today. But I’m getting close–I’m 33.

So, how does it feel? I gotta start practicing!
Happy Birthday! :smiley:

Truth be told - I’m in better physical shape now than when I was 25, so I feel great.

Thanks, everybody, for the birthday wishes.

Hey, I’m 41, and I’m in the best shape of my life.

Actually, I’m not. That’s from a cheesy Bow-Flex commercial.

Anyway, happy birthday.

Happy Birthday, Jacky boy. Have a big ol’ plate of Hamburger Helper and a slice of cake on the house.

but I will be 5 months from today. :smiley:

Hey!! I’m 35 today too!!! YEAH for us!!

Actually, I lied. I’m only 24 and my B-day is in Nov. I just wanted attention.

Today may not be my birthday, but you share it with this eclectic group of folks.
[ul]
[li]Friedrich Ludwig Jahn, German educator, known as Father of Gymnastics, born Aug. 11, 1778.[/li][li]David R. Atchison, Missouri legislator, born Aug. 11, 1807.[/li][li]Octave Feuillet, French novelist, dramatist, born Aug. 11, 1821.[/li][li]Robert Green Ingersoll, U.S. lawyer, lecturer, born Aug. 11, 1833.[/li][li]Marie Francois Sadi Carnot, French statesman, born Aug. 11, 1837.[/li][li]Christiaan Eijkman, Dutch physician, Nobel Prizewinner, born Aug. 11, 1858.[/li][li]Carrie Jacobs Bond, U.S. composer, born Aug. 11, 1862.[/li][li]Joseph Edward Frowde Seagram, Canadian distiller, born Aug. 11, 1903.[/li][li]Alex Haley, U.S. author, born Aug. 11, 1921.[/li][li]Mike Douglas, U.S. television host, singer, born Aug. 11, 1925.[/li][li]Carl Rowan, U.S. journalist, author, born Aug. 11, 1925.[/li][li]Aaron Klug, South African biologist, Nobel Prizewinner, born Aug. 11, 1926.[/li][li]Claus Von Bulow, Danish-born businessman, born Aug. 11, 1926.[/li][li]Arlene Dahl, U.S. actress, beauty columnist, model, born Aug. 11, 1928.[/li][li]Jerry Falwell, U.S. fundamentalist clergyman, born Aug. 11, 1933.[/li][li]Anna Massey, British actress, born Aug. 11, 1937.[/li][li]Elizabeth Holtzman, U.S. politician, born Aug. 11, 1941.[/li][li]Joanna Coles, U.S. children’s writer, born Aug. 11, 1944.[/li][li]Hulk Hogan, U.S. wrestler, actor, born Aug. 11, 1953.[/li][li]Joe Jackson, British musician, songwriter, born Aug. 11, 1955.[/li][/ul]

Jerry Falwell and Robert Ingersoll. Put both of those guys in a room and it’s bound to liven up any birthday party.

Well, 35 or not, merry birthday. Now, let’s see that birthday dance. Come on…it’s either the birthday dance or the 35 spankings. You pick. Of course, if your dance isn’t up to standards, we may spank you anyway.

Wow, what an illustrious group.

Claus Von Bulow
Hulk Hogan
Jerry Falwell

I certainly have a lot to live up to.

I now strive to be a steroidal, balding, bible-thumper with homicidal tendencies.

I was taught to respect my elders so Happy Birthday Mr. Batty! :smiley: You also share your birthday with this great guy. Have a good day!

Struuter, if you saw me dance, you’d never stop spanking me.

Well, I’m on a ship.

I’m not near the International Dateline (I’m actually three hours ahead of EST).

And my birthday’s tomorrow.

See if anyone cares.

But I do know the difference between “your” and “you’re.”

Oh, BTW, Happy B-day Jack.
A lot of people consider 35 to be the beginning of the end of life.
::staring upwards at an angle pensively::
well, happy birthday.

Actually I am 35 today. I was 35 yesterday and I’ll be 35 tommorrow. 36 comes around in October.

Happy Birthday Jack.

Happy early Birthday Chief. How 'bout a beer and a shot of tequila? or two maybe three. Usually It takes about a 12 pack and 6 or 7 shots before I start flashing people, but for you I’ll make an exception.

Tina

Jeez, Chief, gimme a break. Me throwing around that many homonyms, it’s a miracle I only got one wrong. You may also notice an almost impeccable use of apostrophies, almost unheard of for me.
Happy Birthday for tomorrow.

[snipped]

More importantly, it’s my birthday too!

August 11, 1971.

[snipped]

More importantly, it’s my birthday too!

August 11, 1971.