I'm at home today, watching President Bush speaking to small business owners about the economy, Iraq, et cetera. He was welcomed to the podium by a proprietor who has the same linguistic eloquence as our victorious leader.
In response to her fumbled and cheerleader like greeting, my wife was heard to remark, "What kind of monkey butt introduction is that?"
My wife rocks the caspah.
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Yes she does rock the caspah. Be thankful for her everyday. Oh yeah and Happy Birthday you old fart!
I am listening to your Birthday present as I write this I will send it to you soon
Later
Cec is awesome! Who said rocket scientists don't have a good sense of humor? Happy birthday Greg, what are you now, 35? ;) Enjoy your day to the fullest!
Happy Birthday Greg, you are the best!
A very humorational woman, your wife. Marraigability must be conductive to great happiness in your lifetime.
Happy birthday Greg. The taxman took away that thousands of dollars that I had earmarked for your present. Sorry.
Isn't it 'casbah'? Just going by The Clash here.
Happy Birthday Gramps - now go out and buy that shiny new Passat you've had your eye on.
Yeah, happy birthday, Geezer. Maybe I'll splurge and get ya a hip replacement or something.
James, it may be. I looked for the proper spelling on the net and came across that spelling.
As the official Rock musicologist and lyrical fantabuoligst of Airbag and Ten Miles from Disneyland, I hereby declare that it is indeed (as James points out) "casbah."
I just have one word for your wife: ROFL!
Happy birthday, Greg! You beat me by five days, but that's OK. You were born on Tax Day. Me, I was born on Hitler's birthday! So nyah nyah... wait a minute... umm...
Hey, wanna trade? :-)
Greg and Bob, happy birthday. Just goes to prove that all the best people are born in April. I turn thirty-friggin-four on the 29th.
I'd like to get a judgement call, if I may, if there's anything wrong with using "Monkey Butt" and "Asshat" in the same conversation, you know, just in case it ever comes up.
Chris, only if you're speaking to a high-ranking religious figure, or, perhaps, your mom. Or my mom. Everyone else, I think, is fair game.
HB to you, too. Thirty-frigginfour, eh? I'll be thirty-effinsix. Ugh.
Heh, you two are the old folks. I turned a bright and snappy 32 yesterday. Bob, should I call the old folks home and make a reservation for you?
Greg - only if you can get me a room next to some sassy old widow who can still play shuffleboard with the best of them.
In my experience, shuffleboard is definitely the best way to meet sassy old widows... But I've said too much...