Happy birthday Marcus.
Last one as a single man.
Bring out the cake...![]()
Happy birthday Marcus.
Last one as a single man.
Bring out the cake...![]()
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
Great Hippo Bathday!
You can start drinking now.
If a man is alone in the woods and there isn't a woke Hollywood around to call him racist, is he still white?
Hey happy birthday Marcus![]()
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded
A great day for a birthday man . Have a good one.
Paul.
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded
Happy Birthday Gareth.
Good luck with the investigation:
One hopes that assistant regional managers get lashings of cake.
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded
Happy Birthday mate!
Hope dinner was washed down with a few drinkies!
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