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So the way it was explained to me was that once you reached 39 years of age birthdays did not increase in magnitude. So in mathematical terms, 39 is an asymptote.

Happy 39th Birthday, Shelly!

We've been drinking vodka martinis more than vespers lately. But the bar downstairs does not appear to have the proper ingredients for a Vesper anyway.

Sitting in our hotel room, on Richard Petty Boulevard, drinking a beer.

Absolutely!

And because you are being a douchebag cunt. (Somebody had to say it, the exchange was way to PC for HC)

That makes me happy as being in the minority makes me feel special.

A Belated Happy Birthday, Mike! I will toast you with an appropriate beverage this evening.

Happy Birthday!

^^^ This! And fuck this shit, The Eagles were the only thing that got me through the disco years.

Condolences Marshall

Happy Birthday, Gram!

A Belated Happy Birthday to Da Boat of Ewes!

This absolutely sucks big time. RIP Mr. Bowie, you left us too early. And FUCK cancer!

We could probably work something out but you would have to be satisfied driving the Omegas with a BHSE. (Indianapolis is about halfway between Charleston and Cincinnati BTW.)

Happy Birthday, Renato!

Happy Birthday, Chris!

Happy Birthday, Ken!

Happy Birthday, Ric!

Have a; Bountiful Boxing Day, Chappy Chanukkah, Fanciful Festivus, Krazy Krampusnacht, Kool Kwanzaa, Satisfying Saturnalia, and most of all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Well I am back hopefully for a while. Too much shit has transpired since the end of June to realistically relate on line with my typing skills. Need to get together for some in person time. Anyway, back on topic. Now sitting in our hotel room in Rosemont with the meat sweats after overindulging at Fogo de Chao. Tomorrow we go to the Chicago Fire indoor holiday soccer camp in the morning and then assault downtown Chicago in the afternoon.

Happy Birthday, Marc!