Today is my birthday, and I’m forty, and all I want is to eat cake all day long until I puke.
Woohoooooo! Happy birthday, you blushing dew-kissed rose of a girl, you. How are your cake supplies holding up? Do you need me to fax you some more?
that’s a good plan. then once you’ve puked, you will begin to see that time’s hand is bony viewed from the pre-40 side, which is the only vantage point you’ve had until now. you know that song from gigi, the maurice chevalier one? you thought that was ironic? au contraire! completely straight. i’m glad i’m not young anymore.
just keep away from mirrors is all; it’s a disproprtionate shock, the rest is great!
The original saying, which I believe to be “you can’t have your cake and eat it too”, meaning that once you eat it, you no longer have it, certainly doesn’t hold true once Jo factors in vomiting.
Happy Birthday, Jo “Breaker of old-time sayings” Spanlemonkey!
Happy Birthday!
Bakerina, do fax some more cake to Jo. It will disprove ‘mouse’s theory that no good news comes by way of fax.
Cake put through a fax machine ends up two-dimensional, but it’s common knowledge that it still holds the same number of calories. It’s a miracle!
As a famous psychologist once said of Jo, “What do you mean she’s run out of lithium? Whatever. Let her eat cake!”
Happy Birthday, Spangle-leader.
40th birthdays should go as follows:
Wake Up
Eat Cake
Fall Asleep
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Wake Up
Eat Cake
Fall Asleep
~ Repeat Ad Nauseum
Happy Birthday Jo!
a day late, a dollar short- fuck it, get the chocolate torte.
happy belated birthday jo!