My colleagues threw me a surprise birthday party this morning. I was very surprised: it's not my birthday. I ate the cake graciously, though.
“Everyone’s always on about how great nature is. I fucking hate nature cos
it made us the way we are and we didn’t even have a choice. Like fucking
cancer....
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Oh, bollocks.
(sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry)
(pint?)
What divine colleagues. Would you send them over to my place when it's not my birthday?
Did you tell them it wasn't your birthday?
Happy Happy Unbirthday!!
Hope it was a good, moist sponge.
xxx
ps, is that a cat or a dog?
And isn't "Happyness" spelled with an "i"?
Best colleagues ever.
Ah memories, I once got thrush for my birthday....
....I don't know why I said that
La Craic: Hmmm, I don't think *it* is overwhelmed with Hippyness.
...or Happiness for that matter.
Happy Birthday m'dear!
You have to tell them or you might not get cake on your actual birthday.
my birthday's on february 21st, you're all welcome to send me some cake next year. i won't mind if it gets a little squashed in the post.
they knew they'd missed my birthday but thought i'd like some cake anyway. they were right.
i really like cake.
i'm not so enamoured of thrush though, Rua. keep that one to yourself.
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