Birthday – take a ch-ch-ch-chance!
As in my birthday, today. I’m dedicating the day to myself. Well, in reality, I’m editing a paper on Ottoman feminism to keep the pack of wolves from the door. But I’d like to be chasing some Weimar babe around a futuristic landscape.
Oh well. But it’s a paycheck, Jack.
Although North doesn’t like the lipsynching here, this is still going to be the song for me today.
Everybody dance now!
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Birthday? And no well wishers here? That's intolerable! Roger, happy birthday and many more.
Much happiness for your birthday, Roger! No... wait... Much volupte!
Thank you all. In the event, it turned into an orgy of beer and chocolate. Who knew?
Happy Birthday, Roger!
Michael
happy fuffday!
Thanks Michael, thanks Swordswoman sans pareil. Now the reason I've gathered you all here tonight in the castle is that one of you MURDERED COLONEL MUSTARD! Or Roger Ackroyd. I'm always confusing victims.
Aaaargh, a bit belated. Sorry Roger! Hope you had a fun Cluedo-ish day x
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