Is he angry because they forgot to celebrate the other 157 birthdays?
Yer only 82 in ostrich years always gets me.
So that’s Portnoy’s Complaint.
Feh. How many is that, in penguin years!?
And get off my lawn!
in my mom’s old house a groundhog family lived under her back deck. after a lot of rain they would lie on the deck to dry out, looking like little furry carpets. when they discovered the Adirondack chairs and settled on those it got darn silly.
I feel the same way about my birthdays. After you turn 21, there’s nothing to celebrate anymore.
Have a Wonderful Wednesday everyone.
Having spent my youth doing sound & hvmping gear for bands, I figure I’m 462 in road-dawg years.
Most days I feel like it, too.
(Can you believe this tom-fool censorbot??)
How much wood can woodchuck chuck in 163 years?
I’m getting ready to score the fourth time pretty soon. (A score is twenty years) ;-)
Didn’t they already make a movie about Portnoy’s Complaint? But as I recall it, it wasn’t applicable to this situation.
LOL, a classic.
After 40, I began to count backwards.
Nothing more deserving of a big, loud “Happy birthday!” than a grumpy woodchuck!
Sure miss Portnoy.
Many years ago I decided to add about 13 years to my age, so that people could say “You look so young.” But no one did, so I stopped.
And when people complain about birthdays making them feel old, I tell them you don’t have to count them. It’s just another excuse for a party.
I have started treating age as levels in a video game. If I reach level 80, I win. The rest are bonus levels.