Noted pompous big mouth, host of this, and thousands of other blogs. Queer artist, pornographer, publisher, journalist, broadcaster, retired, award winning sex pervert, anarchist-commie lay about, and constant complainer "Uncle 2012" etc., etc. has just entered his seventh, and if he's lucky last decade on this miserable hell hole called Earth!
Which is to say the Old Bastard is now Sixty!
Congrats pal!
...and don't let the door slam you in the butt on your way out!
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As they sang on the playgrounds in the 1950s, before giving you your 'birthday punches':
Happy birthday to you,
you live in a zoo,
You look like a monkey,
and smell like one too!
Great old days, weren't they?
Congrats on getting this far. By experience I can tell you there is life after 60. Don't go checking out yet.
Yes I remember that. Also "Co-co-lee-v-oh-1-2-3!" A chase game.
That, and "Red light, Green light, 1-2-3!" Which was also a sort of chase game.
As for not cashing in my meager chips you're literally the fourth person tonight/this morning to tell me that.
I have this creepy feeling my pals are doing a covert suicide watch on me.
No I'm not checking out, nature will let me know when my time's up.
Anyway Peace to you my dear old friend. Btw the paint is dry, and flying.
A happy day to you.
Me, I'll be 70 in march, and, though the body complains incessantly, this last decade has been my most productive. 60 is a beginning.
ed
Remember Sidney, 60 is the new 30....though the body might saay otherwise...
Have a happy.....
Mr.Chips
"Sixty is the new thirty"
Hmmm: Never trust anyone over sixty?
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