Grandfather Barkingturtle wrote:
I think I might buy some beer and sit round the house drinking alone.
Just like any other Wednesday.
I recommend you go out to a fine food-service establishment. The type that requires a coat and tie. Then, after being seated and slamming the most expensive chardonnay they have with gin, go to the bathroom and make sure the "Tie and coat" requirement is fulfilled to its exact specifications.
Imagine their bug-eyed look they'd have when you walked out with your johnson swinging and bare ***. That would be priceless. Then jump on the table where the most prude looking couple are, by which time they would be gawking at you, and commence to burn your pubes and as
shairs. Ask them if they would like some caviar with your half-baked, serrated, salami.
So, basically, what I'm saying is, happy birthday fu
cko.