Quarter of a century today – all up hill from here.
Happy Birthday. I’ve got two years on you, so all the bitchin’ you’re gonna be doin’, I gotcha beat already. Whippersnapper.
Biologically, you’re body began the slow decline toward demise four years ago.
Does that mean you’re past your prime?
I don’t get it. So you’re going to get married now? Don’t lie to yourself… you’re going to be single forever, Ben.
Sorry I couldn’t make it out. Where are the pics?
boomBLAMO, Nebs! 🙂
BBB, the pics can be found on my blog…
Beandip has better ones, or at least one in paticular that I am thinking of.
What I lack in quality I make up for in consistency.
Happy birthday foo!
Happy Belated! Hope you had a great day!