Happy birthday mate
Happy birthday mate
Never let your enemy see your emotions, for it is the one weapon they will value most.
Wazzup Nigga? Yo' crackin dat ho' some? Word.
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
happy birthday trouble, hope you had a good one
cibby & postie
Postie Play thing![]()
Normal Postal Services have now resumed and mail is being delievered Regulary.
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i can't find any wrappinggg paperrrrr , here just have it now
a shiny new.....zimmer frame!![]()
on a serious note well as serious as i generally get,
hope ya had a good day mate, c u round eh
Oh, just noticed this thread.
All the best belatedly for yesterday Nigel.
I would have noticed earlier but I was helping Colapop give his bike a bit of a birthday instead of sitting at the 'puter...![]()
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.
...and it's good now too! So Nigs, did you have fun shooting off your mag. yesterday??
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
Happy birthday again mate. Hope this year was a good 'un
Hopefully next time I wont need to sing "Happy Birthday" to you at 2am while freezing cold and dog tired.
PS: Hows that bruise on the bicep? Seems I have a matching one too (Although a bit smaller)![]()
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh sooner or late
And how can a man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his Gods
Happy Birthday for yesterday MUD.......i mean Nigel....must have been good, you have been very quiet over the last few days...must either be away or the thought of being old has finally hit home.....![]()
sorry we missed ya burpday nigel anyway happy day to you from the QKKIES
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hippy (late) burfday mate!!!!!
hope it was a guddun![]()
IM BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKK!!!!
Cheers all.
As Sniper said... I saw my birthday in shooting off a few rounds - at the Easter Bunny Shoot. Dunno if it's been written up here anywhere but wow.
I'd like to thank the production team (that'd be the rabbits)
The people who made me who I am today (Mum and Dad for sewing the seeds so to speak) my wife for her unlimited patience, and you loverly lot for
And last but not least a certain young gent named Sniper for opening my eyes to a lesson in life.
- Gordy aka Smokin for allowing a JAFA to enjoy setting off a few rounds
- Crumpy for THAT ute. (Gordy - tell hiim I said Crumpy NOT Grumpy... )
- Possum and Wabbit - aaaaaaaaaaa you had to be there. Fucken nutters and we all got on soooooooo well. Shooting rabbits, burping and farting contests... I felt strangely at home
Cheers all.
$2,000 cash if you find a buyer for my house, kumeuhouseforsale@straightshooters.co.nz for details
And you did bloody well too. Havent written anything up, but if you want to, go ahead and I'll post the pics tonight.
Couple of notations I would like to add if I may...
Wether it was Crumpy or Grumpy, he still left me wondering how he got to his age. If it was failing eyesite I could understand, but hurteling towards a dark, inky blackness at 80kms per hour after a rabbit whilst ignoring the plees of the people on the back and then stopping to within 2 feet of driving off a 300 foot drop, that got me wondering.
It was a damn good time, bring on next year
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh sooner or late
And how can a man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his Gods
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