Sorry AndyPolley, but I've already used up my B-day threads for the month...

What can I say? I only had one and saramamlana beat you to it.

I didn’t want it this way. I wish I had enough to go around. Really, I did. But she was born first (well, a few years later but…). I’ll try to budget better next year.

I will still gladly drink with you to celebrate. But a B-day thread? No, I’m sorry, that I just can’t do.

Um…that’s quite all right…ahh…yeah. Thanks, I think.

I think I’ve used up my replies for the week, so I’m sorry I can’t reply and wish you a Happy Birthday, AndyPolley. But I’ll be thinking it really loudly at my computer screen. Let’s see what happens.

:smiley:

(Siily Moe! Not nice to mess with the Capricorns! They’re sensitive-like, you know!)

Hey man, I just checked your profile to see when your birthday that we will all missed was, and happy double-3, dude. You really a ‘warrior poet’? Sounds way cool. If you wanna start a thread with your odes, just go right ahead, man. I can jus imagine you now, over there on your long island, head-band on, strumming guitar, cursin the oil men, an the conspirators. Gettin your good wife to light you up another joint so you can get them riffs full of fury and meanin right from the heart. Peace, bro. Smoke one for me.

Shalom.

Thanks, WhyNot. I don’t think anything happend, but I can’t say that for sure. Perhaps the goodness I felt after signing off had to do with your loud thinking.

Dr. roger…you stalking me is a real birthday treat. Thank you for your b-day wishes, but I’ve got to set you straight on a couple of things…

  1. Fiancé, not yet wife. Although if you find yourself stateside in August & want to attend a wedding, just let me know.
  2. I don’t smoke dope. I’m on the hiring side of the desk now, remember? I’m the man now, keeping those hippies and trust fund babies in check is all in a day’s work.
  3. I play bass. I don’t strum it as much as slap it around.
  4. I guess I should update that profile. I haven’t tended bar of warred poetically in a while now.

When Moe & I get together for some birthday brew, I’ll make sure we raise a fine pint of some Brit ale in your honor.

My birthday was on the twentieth.

Why do you all hate me so?

Andy, I’ll raise a glass of Guinness to you and your good woman in August. I got this picture already of you two fine people dressed all in white sipping champagne on a manicured lawn sloping down towards the sea in the Hamptons. You gonna sing a song to her? I guess I’m about as good at stalking as at everything else, what with getting nearly every detail wrong.