On my 22nd birthday, fifteen damned years ago, Melissa of Don and Melissa fame, made me a wonderful birthday cake. But damn did I have a hard time eating it, as I had just had my wisdom teeth pulled a scant three days before. So, through teary eyes and yelps of pain, I told Melissa I appreciated that she had made me a cake, but couldn't eat my piece. She got really really pissed off. Actually, she understood and has made me a birthday cake whenever I am nearby when late June rolls around. This year she went crazy and made me a beach-themed birthday cake with gummy sharks eating bikini-clad teddy grahams. Thank you, Melissa. All my snack-food fantasies have come to fruition.
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I remembered to hoist a beer in your honor as well...... Been a helluva long time since we celebrated our near joint birthdays.....
Good to hear from you, Sr. Abel. Yeah, beer and birthdays. Next year, I guess. You still bald, too?
Si senor. Soy un oso pelon.
What's yer friggin' Email addy? can probably converse both better and more privately! heh heh heh
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If you wanna waste some time. You still around? Drop a call by the old folks house. My current residence too........
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