It’s Frank J.’s birthday today!
How old is he? I don’t know. I haven’t seen his birth certificate. So, I can’t say with certitude that he’s, say, 32 years old or something.
I think today is Saturday — either it’s Saturday or I’m going to be way late for work — and that means that Frank will probably not be blogging today.
If he was, he’d remind you that back in 2003, he declared his birthday as National Gun Safety Day.
And because it’s National Gun Safety Day, you should be safe with guns. If you don’t, you’ll make Frank J. sad. And a sad Frank J. means a sad Buttercup. And it would be your fault. Why do people who are unsafe with guns hate babies?
Anyway, what did you get Frank J. for his birthday?
AH HA! He won’t show you his birth certificate because then we’d all know that his real name is Frank J. Sottero!!!!1!!1!
Happy Birthday, Fank J. Whatever-You-Call-Yourself-Now!
Is he still sleepy?
Coffee, Frank, c o f f e e.
Naa it’s gotta be his first name he covering up. Frank is a real cool sounding name and after the time we have all spend hanging around here we know that “Frank” is way too cool of a name for him. So I’m willing to bet his real name is Francis or Françoise or even Francesca. Something girly sounding I’ll bet. So Happy Birther Day Francis Fleming
Sarah K.: Give him 32 on the backside and a pinch to grow an inch. Do it for his readers! On second thought, he can only grow out now (in girth), so skip the pinchy part. And for a present, give him a Saturday work list! The guy’s been slacking off at work and stuff and is walkin’ around all sleepy.
I got Franklin this spiffy comment for his birthday. It tells the time and everything!
Aw, Kevin, that’s exact same thing as what I got Frank for his Birthday. Now I have to go out and buy something new.
I’m sending him a picture of somebody’s grey underwear with a bulge in it, just like I did with that cute coed . . . Hold on, I’ve been hacked!!!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday Frank! My present to you will arrive shortly. Buttercup’s been working on it for a few hours now.
Artificial moon:
http://arthubasia.org/archives/artificial-moon-on-site-xujiahui-park/
Gotta practice nuking something.
Well this looks like a job for dinosaurs with rocket launchers! After all he is allied with the squirels. see: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iVJj9O6JFM
Makes me want to desroy the enviroment!
Frank, for your birthday, I got a bullseye! Happy birthday AND happy Gun Safety Day! May you have many, many more!
Happy birthday, Frank J. I read IMAO every day. I also read Ace every day but I don’t think he has a birthday IYKWIMAITYD.
Went to a gun show today and thought of you, Frank. Hippo birdy!
You can’t be safe with guns without guns.
Ya know how environmentalists “adopt” a whale in someone’s name for their birthday? Well, I’m thinking if each of us punch a hippie in the face in Franks’ name that would be a swell present that anyone would appreciate…and, we’d be helping the environment.
For Frank J’s birthday, I got him a Helen Thomas fathead for his bedroom wall. You’re welcome, Frank.
I made that ASCII gun art myself in college. I’m still very proud of it.
Birthday Wishes.
I wish you happiness.
I wish you joy.
I wish you a never ending supply of funny thoughts and that you might continue to share them with us.
It’s still not too late to wish you a happy birthday in your time zone!
Happy Birthday Frank. I’m gonna get liquored up and clean my guns in your honor. Just to be safe.
I’ll drink a toast of my delicious home brew in honor of Frank’s birthday.
And here’s my gift for everybody. (The secret of my success.)
http://ebookee.org/The-Alaskan-Bootlegger-s-Bible_826980.html
Happy Birthday, Frank!!! Hope it was a good one.
Today I punched 32 hippies, happy birthday frank.
Things we like most about Frank J:
Sally Struthers never used him to ask for money (although she did steal his lunch a few times)
Donated his superfluous m to the Franklin Int
Invented spelling technique that fools spam filters
Knows when Science! is fiction and that Science Fiction really ain’t
Knowing that Gen. George S. Patton would slap himself for not being as gung ho as Frank
Adapted too well to fatherhood to not be from a planet very similar to earth
Ever since I became a parent, on every birthday, I have contemplated how much smarter my parent were. The older I’ve gotten the smarter they got, not because they became more educated but because I became more aware of what I didn’t know. I think that’s one of the secrets of life, to realize how much you don’t really know. It keeps you humble (allows you to be teachable) and helps you to keep some perspective when all about you descends into chaos.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand. Happy Birthday!!!!!!
Oh c’mon! When a man or a woman places their lips on another man’s butt and smootches…that man is an ass kisser!!!
Now is not the time for compliments but biting satirical whit! We need more wieners and less “happy birthday frank jzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!
I’m sending frank a pair of hand squeezers for Buttercup. Within a year when she grabs Frank’s scrotum she will have a grip like a pair of vice grips and big smile to boot! Good girl Buttercup!
One of my firing pins is acting stupidly. I blame Frank. I refuse to blame my longstanding incompetence.
Happy Birthday, Frank, now stop cursing my firing pins.
I suppose it is actually a belated birthday wish. Pardon me, for I was at a high school graduation yesterday. I bring this up because there was a man there giving directions who was a perfect match for John McCain in both voice and look. I’m still shocked by how far Maverick has fallen in professions. Poor boy.
Puzzling things about Frank J.:
* He hasn’t released his birth certificate or college records to The Ronin thus spawning numerous conspiracy theories, which he finds crazy of all things!
* No one really knows where he’s from. Rumor is: The Netherlands. Alternate: backside of the Moon… or France.
* Is known to stare down a lot trying to view the Moon when it’s not up lending credence to the backside of the Moon theory.
* Apparently, he started off majoring in art but flunked and settled for electrical / computer something or other.
* Has yet to ban Ussjimmycarter’s overly-sexed comments.
I figure for his birthday, he will want some cocktails – so I have sent ice. It’s in the mail and should get there soon. It would get there sooner if I had Frnak J’s address, but I don’t, so don’t
worrywait up for it.You cheated death for another year, congrats. Repent b4 your luck runs out.
PS- Death does sound like Norm McDonald.
A very belated Happy Birthday Frank !!! That’ll teach me to spend my weekends doing things other than the intertubes.
I’m with you, storm1911, I spent the weekend ignoring the great personal milestone enjoyed/suffered/endured by the aging Frank. (Hey, “aging Frank” sounds like an opportunity for a weener joke!) In Frank’s honor, I shall go and exercise my Second Amendment rights, safely.
@Sam: Don’t worry about it. I’m actually surprised more people didn’t get that for Frank. It seems like the obvious gift.