
A friend of mine recently attended a 'Champaign Lunch', where he was compelled drink as much fizzy stuff as he could between the first and last courses. In an ideal world we'd ask restaurant staff to tell us stories about fatties stuffing themselves at All You Can Eat places, but we recognise that our members don't all work in the catering trade, so for the rest of you - tell us something about abusing freebies. BTW: Bee puns = you fail.
( , Thu 8 Nov 2007, 14:16)
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I really hated that birthday- it was the official end of youth to me, and depressed the fuck out of me. Do you know the old Jefferson Airplane song "Lather"?
Lather was thirty years old today,
And Lather came foam from his tongue.
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
And the children call him famous,
And the old men call him insane,
And sometimes he's so nameless,
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Which words to say...
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide.
Yah. Fucking depressing as hell.
By contrast, turning 40 barely caught my attention. And frankly, my 30s and 40s were a LOT better than my 20s.
Happy birthday. You're still a kid to me.
( , Mon 12 Nov 2007, 12:54, Reply)
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