I started worrying about Turbo Dog yesterday. What normal healthy male willingly turns off the Three Stooges in order to watch golf? Then it hit me…today is his birthday! He must be finally outgrowing the Stooges. Since I didn’t get him a card or anything, he’ll have to consider this small public humilation a token of my affection. [sub]He hates a big deal made out of his birthday. Neener neener.[/sub]
Turbo Dog,I love you honey…and do you want the traditional blowjob for your gift, as usual?
Happy Birthday, Turbo! If I had known I woulda got you a card. (who the hell am I foolin? I wouldn’t have even thought about it, but Happy Birthday anyway, jarhead).
Yes, my sweet, that would be acceptable. I’m glad that for once you didn’t make any sort of spectacle of it… (cranky old guy groan). We can discuss the options later:)
JeffB… you have to spend at least a weekend with her during PMS to earn one
UncleBill, it’s quite okay. You owe me a hummer now though… Oorah baby:)
Ham… Any hummer is an exotic hummer. I’m THAT easy. And I’ll be seeing you later…
Hope you enjoy the day, your present and your cake. I’d send my specialty, chocolate mousse pie, but I don’t think it would get there soon enough not to give you food poisoning. Sorry…but it’s the thought that counts, right?