Happy Birthday to Me
Today's my birthday. But at the ripe old age of 48, there's really not that much to celebrate, which is why, I suppose, I'm sitting home on my computer on a Friday night. The highlight of my day (so far): a couple of (pretty hot) high school girls, when they found it was my birthday, asked how old I was; when I told them, they said that they didn't think I looked nearly that old. That kinda warmed the cockles of my old heart.
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Happy birthday, Kootch!
Forty-eight! Geez, I didn't realize I had any friends that old. Careful you don't fall and break a hip.
Happy birthday!
It warmed which cockles?
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