Hey, you forgot my birthday, BirthdayNAZI.... I uh mean BirthdayThread.
I'm sorry that I overlooked January 26th. I will correct it with a thread now. To be fair, you haven't been active since September last year, I thought you stopped existing.
If I try to poke you, will my hand pass right through?
Since you both share a birthday, I decided you wouldn't mind also sharing a birthday comic.
And, since we're sharing so much, I decided to see who else you share a birthday with. Donald Duck was probably the most interesting person on the list.
So in addition to having your birthday fall on Friday the thirteenth occasionally, you have to share the spotlight with an animated duck with no pants. Well, and each other. Happy Birthday!
Good luck finding my house to claim it before I decide I've waited long enough and eat it myself. Which should probably be about ten minutes after I decorate it.
By the way, if you DO find my house, do you think it would be too much to ask to find out about this tentacle rape that you've become so popular for?
Happy Birthday LUCKY! Boy, you sure were LUCKY that Stripcreator came back online for your birthday. Yep, I'd say that's pretty LUCKY.
I'm not sure if I'm name dropping or making a joke.
I'm thinking dropping my own name to me is a little counter-productive.
Well, the only other thing I could think of for this comic involved Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and you don't appear to be covered in ooze. Though I can't confirm that you DON'T live in a sewer.
Crap. I missed a few birthdays this past week, so I'm going to recognize them now. Happy birthday to cpausti back on the 19th.
Happy birthday to DaveMonkey, boorite, and kane2742 back on the 21st.
I really have no excuse for missing all those birthdays, though I swear I was hanging out with boorite on his birthday. Or someone with his trademark boxers. Only the hookers know for sure now.
Look who's talking. Anyway, let's get right down to it. You are zaphodb_12, right?
Trying to dupe me into giving you two birthday comics. Maybe get two birthday cakes from your wife claiming it's your twin. Then asking "What sex last night?" just to throw her off, right?
Bill. Bill. Hate mail from dcom - no surprise there. Bill. Hmm, no hate mail from Twi_Prime or kaddar, that's strange... since I forgot their birthdays.
I recognize this situation to have a maximum penalty fee of fourteen cents. Which I will be sending postage due at your request.
Alright, biped, here is the moment you've been waiting nine long months for. No, not that kid to be born so you can get the DNA test - Your birthday comic!
I was just going to send you a cookie gram and have Vin Diesel personally deliver it, but I think, given the circumstances of your last encounter, maybe you and Vin should spend some time apart.
Actually... I don't know if I cancelled that order. Do yourself a favor and don't answer the door between 2 and 4 tomorrow afternoon.
I know. I missed TheGovernor and matclarke's birthdays also.
So what have you been doing?
I quit my job, so I was going to get to work straight away on these birthday comics, but I decided to watch Across the Universe first. And it NEVER ended!
So you made one comic, only mentioning the other two birthdays, with a whole conversation with me?
Well, I would have figured matclarke would have given me less work to do by self promoting his own birthday with an assortment of threads containing youtube videos.
You know the gimmick by now. Here I say something about being too busy to make your birthday comic, followed possibly by an appology or an insult.
But seeing as how you're some sort of republican cruise ship entertainment with more blogs than any one I know, I'm sure you'd like me to just say "Happy belated birthday" and be done with it, right?
Uh, sure...?
So, what kind of smilies are you using on your livejournal?
Intervention time, Brad. Since banning me, you've gone power hungry and banned every other user on the site. The forums, once home to lively banter, now host pictures of your balls in various motifs.
Tastefully done, mind you.
Sepia balls. Technicolor balls. Film Noir balls. For fucksake, Brad, you even set up a camera filming a tv with balls on it, which had a tv with balls, which had a tv with balls. Infinite balls, Brad.
Balls all the way down.
This is because the shiny present turned out to be a Cleveland Steamer, isn't it?