The world famous doper Mercutio’s (milo for short) birthday is coming up this week.
I think it would be a wonderful idea to take him out and show him a good time for his birthday.
When I say “good time”, I don’t mean wild sex, or farmyard tomfoolery. I mean filling his belly with food, cake and candles. We could also give him presents. But, what do you get for the punk who has everything? (T shirts that say funny things. All the punks wear them. I am going to give him one with a picture of ‘Rowdy’ Roddy Piper and underneath it says “Roddy has a Clique”. Shhhh don’t tell him!)
Two ideas on when we could meet. Tuesday night or Sunday afternoon.
Tuesday night, because that is the actual date of his birthday.
I know it is tough for people to make it out on a weekend night. But, this is Merc we are talkng about here. Not just a run of the mill poster. He has never even been near a mill, if I have read his biography correctly. Take him out to dinner. Fill him up with ice cream and cake, then leave him filled to the gills sitting in the living room remembering us fondly during the evening of his birthday.
If Tuesday doesn’t work for everyone. (And I really hope it does.) I thought Sunday would be the next best thing. We could offer him a late birthday dinner. Take him to Sunday services and allow him to offer his next year of life to the Lord Our God.
Ok. We won’t do that part. We will just eat yummy foodstuffs and wish him a happy birthday.
The where we could work on when we find out who is up for getting together.
Well, if you will kindly ignore the fact that I don’t know you and have never even directly spoken to you on the boards, I would like to wish you a Happy Birthday.
Hope the party goes wonderfully!
[sub]Such a shame for you about the whole lack of wild sex part, though.[/sub]
Now you listen to me, young man, I’m old enough to be your mother…(zoogirl looks over at sons) Oh crap, I AM old enough to be your mother! I was going to tell you not to consort with evil corrupting influences, but what the hell–go enjoy your birthday! You’re only young once etc.
Well, I’d go, but you know, I live in the MidWest, have that whole “work thing,” wouldn’t have anywhere to stay, and, frankly, I don’t like him. Dickhead.
Happy Birthday, Mercutio (I was afraid to use “milo,” figuring the poor guy is short enough as it is!)
