Happy Birthday!

Have a good one!

Happy Birthday Slate!

Oh Happy Day!

Happy day Slate!
Where you at?

Happy Happy, you wonderful man!

Slater-san! Happy bday man!

All by my lonesome on Christmas. Wahhh. Thought I'd stop by and see what the gang was up to. Lo and behold.....birthday greetings from weeks ago! Belated thanks, everyone.

Newsworthy: I'm employed, spry(ish), and down to one drink per week.
Not newsworthy: I'm weirder than ever. So much for the salutory effects of clean living.

Hope y'all are having a cool Yule. Thanks again for the birthday cheer.
to all.

Shit, 1 drink per week?
Damn. Can I get the number for your life coach.

All alone? I feel for you brother. I'm in the same one man canoe.

From my canoe to yours, Dink, Merry Christmas and salut! I hoist my bowl of oatmeal to you.

A super-belated happy birthday to ya, my friend! And a happy holiday as well!

Happy hols to you, Rimmy, and thanks! You know that quart of Central Grocery Olive Salad I brought you from New Orleans? I ate it. Your loss, babe.

How was first semester?

Slater-san!!!! You need to stick around morer.

I'll vouch for that.

Frankly, my dear Slate, your testimonial is a relief!

You were considering clean living?

ER. CleanER.

At my age, you start paying for the sins of the flesh. A buck-buck here, a begawww there, and before you know it, all the chickens have come home to roost. It sucks.

When life brings the chickens home, make coq au vin.

Sounds good on paper! Meet me at the White Horse in twenty-five years, and I'll remind you that you said that.

(Where's the smiley with the ear trumpet when you need it?)

Ha! You can remind me, but I'll only forget again.
I had to be reminded that the bartender bought us a round.
It was for being kind to the rambling crazy-hat guy.
I had forgotten that.
The White Horse is clearly not the domain of memory.

The where?

The bartender gave us a freebie....right. I'd forgotten all about that.
Any recollection of the hat-guy's joke — the one that seemed so unbelievably hilarious at the time? Fffffffttt....all gone. Don't know about you, but I didn't surface till halfway through dinner.

While I'm here, what is this smiley? It looks like Now I'm going to put out your eye with this willow branch.

Damn.

I'm sorry I missed this one...

Happy Belated Birthday Sir!

I think that smilie is a "I wouldn't touch that with a ten-foot-pole thing."

That would make sense. Thanks, Loogie.

(And thank you, 1888.)

I thought it meant,
"I'm not touching you.
I'm not touching you.
I'm not touching you.
I'm not touching you.
I'm not touching you.
I'm not touching you.
I'm not touching you.
I'm not touching you.
I'm not touching you.
I'm not touching you.
I'm not touching you."

HA!

Speaking of which, Rimmy popped his head in, then was gone like a turkey through the weeds.

I need to e-mail that guy.