Service with a Smile
So I went down to the 24-hour grocery at midnight to purchase the ritual $50 worth of hard liquor for my birthday. The guy who carded me barely grunted – something about “just over the line, eh?” but it was too poorly enunciated to make out. You were supposed to wish me a happy birthday, fucko.
Thankfully for my feeble, hungry ego, the whole freakin’ distributed republic of blogistan seems to have gathered to cheer me on. Thanks, guys! Now if only you could sing for a group webcast…
Actually, this particular message only came twice, but it was the same capitalization and punctuation from two wildly different IPs, which I thought was faintly impressive.
As John Lennon so aptly put it: “They say it’s your birthday…”
They also say you want a revolution. And in this case, they’re right on both counts!
I dag er det Marias f dselsdag – Hurra Hurra Hurraaa! – Hun sikkert sig en
gave f r – Som hun har nsket sig i r – Med dejlig chokolade og kager til !!!
Tillykke med dagen! (Ras)
Tusind tak, Rasmus! Jeg fik gaven i marts, det var min kamera – men hvor er kager henne??? Jeg havde kun en lille ostetærte og selvfølgelig nogen øl. Nu vil jeg gerne have lidt mere chokolade…