Good News, Bad News
Good news: It's my birthday.
Bad news: I am unlikely to get any expensive presents.
Good news: I've just made my first cocktail of the day.
Bad news: I am toasting the memory of a dead dog.
Bad news: I am unlikely to get any expensive presents.
Good news: I've just made my first cocktail of the day.
Bad news: I am toasting the memory of a dead dog.
posted by hungbunny at 3:07 pm
12 Comments:
Happy Birthday.
I trust you'll do the sensible thing and get utterly wankered.
Happy Birthday m'love, I'll have a few in your honour.
Fancy a packet of Haribo Tang-fantastics as a present? G'wan, it's about all I can stretch to after losing my debit card.
And also: "It's a source of puzzlement to me that he never knew how famous he was" -it's a fucking dog- do many canines revel in their celebrity?! fucks sake.
xxxx
You were hoping for a southend prostitute as a present ?
Sorry for your loss. How about some food porn instead ?
Happy thingamajig, bunnyboy.
talking of dogs
Happy Birthday! I am a little late on this, but happy birthday nevertheless.
Thank you one and all. You've lost me with the prostitutes though. Best present: a book about Joseph Beuys. Dead cultured, me.
Yes, but what kind of cocktails? I like a Death in the Afternoon or three on my birthday.
Mine's a Dead Dog Vomit.
Close, KotH. It was actually Mein Kampf.
Rum & Chartreuse? Sounds alarmingly flammable. I shall have to try it.
I believe the correct usage is Happy Fucking Birthday.
I would seriously hope that you got up at 2 in the afternoon if your first cocktail wasn't until 3.
I had my butler bring it to me in bed.
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