Happy Birthday Emax
Started by mikest2, Feb 22 2008 05:21 AM
56 replies to this topic
#43
Posted 22 February 2009 - 12:17 PM
The way I see it, you should live everyday like its your birthday.
Paris Hilton
Hows that for sage advice.. Have a good one Bud, all year long
Paris Hilton
Hows that for sage advice.. Have a good one Bud, all year long
This post has been edited by hoodoo: 22 February 2009 - 12:18 PM
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
#45
Posted 22 February 2009 - 12:49 PM
old school, on Feb 22 2009, 01:40 PM, said:
Happy Bday Bud
Who is spanking you on yer special day?
Who is spanking you on yer special day?
Anyone I can talk into it. Females only, please - sorry, gay guys.
There are three roads to ruin; women, gambling and technicians. The most pleasant is with women, the quickest is with gambling, but the surest is with technicians. Georges Pompidou
#49
Posted 22 February 2009 - 07:25 PM
Thanx for keeping it real E-max. Happy birthday , Aug
"Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur (it speaks for it self). Let the good times roll." HT
#54
Posted 23 February 2009 - 06:03 AM
Thank you - everyone. I think of all of you as part of an extended family.
There are three roads to ruin; women, gambling and technicians. The most pleasant is with women, the quickest is with gambling, but the surest is with technicians. Georges Pompidou
#56
Posted 23 February 2009 - 09:03 PM
mikest2, on Feb 23 2009, 04:43 PM, said:
Some day we have to meet, I'll bring a bottle of something with an unpronounceable gaelic name and We'll throw away the cork !
"Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur (it speaks for it self). Let the good times roll." HT
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