What Fresh hell Is This?
It's Dorothy Parker's birthday.
So what?
It's also my birthday.
Yes, I share my birthday with the goddess of grump.
Fitting.
I know there was something,
something pretty terrible, too.
Not just plain terrible.
This was fancy terrible;
this was terrible with raisins in it.
Ah, yes. I have it.
This is my birthday.
Dorothy Parker
something pretty terrible, too.
Not just plain terrible.
This was fancy terrible;
this was terrible with raisins in it.
Ah, yes. I have it.
This is my birthday.
Dorothy Parker
Happy Birthday to us!
1 Comments:
What?? Your birthday is 22 August???
No way! Why, MY birthday is 22 August! And it would obviously be far too mauch of a coincidence if we had the same birthday. After all, there'd have to be 365.26 people in the world before I would expect to share a birthday with anyone!
Oh, wait. I guess there's a lot more of us than that, even. So, no big surprise, I guess. "Never mind!"
Besides, let's talk birth DATES. My original August 22 occurred in 1954. Thus, you're bound to be a newbie. Probably about one-third my age. You young whippersnapper, you!
Anyway: happy birthday to us!
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