Someone's B-day t'day!
Happy f-cking B-Day Alcar!
And I swear, we're not gonna steal your glory:P |
Happy Birthday Alcar!
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Anyways, Happy birthday Alcar, and may you have lotsa cake till you throw up ^_^ |
Happy Birthday, Alcar!
Have a fun one. |
Happy birthday oh Ruler of Rulers, King of Kings, Dictator of Dictators.
Break out the brass bands and dancing girls! Give me a P! Give me an E! Give me a T! Give me an E! Give me a Y! Give me a B! Give me an O! Give me a Y! *wheels outgiant cake with a stripper inside* |
w00t Alcar's B-day! Send out the cookies! *Starts raining cookies*
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Thanks guys!
I'm 18 today, so in Australia that equals being able to do ANYTHING! YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! Alcar... |
Anything? Including tossing one's mother in law from a building?
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Happy Birthday Alcar, In England theres only 2h and 27minutes left of it, so enjoy whats left.
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Happy birthday (for the second time!), Uncy Alcy! ^_^ |
Happy Birthday Alcar!:)
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Happy birthday Petey!
I hope you got everything you wanted, and some more. ;) *Birfdae hugs And I was wondering where Rich had got to. :p - Rexy |
"The time has come!" The walrus said, "Too talk of many things! Of shoes and ships and sealing wax And cabbages and Kings. And why the sea is boiling hot And whether pigs have wings. Callooh! Callay! O Frabjous day! Of cabbages and kings!" Alright, I don't know what relevance that has, except I hope you have/had a frabjous day and got something better than shoes, sealing wax or cabbages (though being made a king might have its up-sides). Cheers for being a great and worthy ruler over us all, etc, etc, so on and so forth. Have a party hat and a whistle. (Tarooh!) <--Sound made by party whistle) :cheer::cheer::cheer::cheer::cheer: A-----L-----C-----A-----R :beer: |
^Best Birthday post I've ever seen.
Um... more happy birthday wishes to Alcar! Whoo! |
Ambi, you've filled up your quota of birthday wishes. If you post again in this thread I'll be forced to give you a warning. Which would be ironic for reasons best left unsaid.
In any case, happy birthday Alcar. Again. |
Lol, ta peoples!
[/slighty tipsy] Alcar... |
Damn, I was away for such a grand occasion. :(
Happy Birthday Peter, sorry it's a bit late. |
Happy birfday! Sorery for being late as well.
Here, have a smileykabob. :lol::lick::devil::blush::kiss::sleepy::kissy::crafty::spin::love::hungry::bow::catslug: |
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And for my birthday present to you, please accept these small nuggets of wisdom: The food industry is not glamorous, it amounts to only 5 things: -People getting money. -People losing money. -People satisfying hunger. -People staying alive as a result of the above. -People taking a shit. The drink industry amounts to the exact same 5 things, except you have to replace hunger with thirst, and "people taking a shit" with "people getting shit faced". "Society" is the god of the atheist religion, although not all atheists believe in it's existance. There appears to be no name for non-believers, but believers are known to the non-believing onlookers as "Shallow idiots who either don't have a mind of their own, or are too cowardly to express themselves". The programme "what kids really think" appears to offer entertainment in the form of belittling children, presumeably in order to make the show's presenters, audience, and viewers feel "big". The context of the show is more immature than most of the children on it, who at times can display remarkable forsight and intelligence, although I'm sure that it's equally immature viewers consider those to be the "boring bits". This offering of televisual garbage (intentionally or not) does nothing but breed disregard for the opinions and feelings of children while offering low brow entertainment to certain pathetic individuals at the expense of young people, who I might add are most likely unable to make a rational decision about whether or not they should appear on the show, or how doing so will impact them in later life. That said, it's worth pointing out that I don't actually hate it that much, it's just that as I sat down to write this, I impaled my arse on a thumb tack that conveniently placed itself on my desk chair, which considerably worsened my mood - the pain expressed itself in an eloquent outburst of pseudointellectual neo-journalistic criticism. If anyone asks you to change something about yourself, say to them: Why should I? I should in YOUR opinion. My opinion is different, and frankly you are niether attractive enough nor carrying the guns and knives required to change it. It's OK to fart, so long as you do it quietly and into a bed or sofa that can absorb the smell. |
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Anyway, happy belated drunk fantastic birthday!! |