Cake provided by Les at Nuking Politics
No, we didn’t forget. We remembered your birthday. What we didn’t do was write something ahead of time.
You see, Harvey tasks me to do these things. I need to earn my paycheck somehow, and this is as good a way as any. Only, well, this morning, before breakfast, when I sat down at the computer to write up a birthday post, things started happening.
One of the ladies from the church was having a Comcast service call on a Sunday Morning. She missed church. I missed church — though I did get to see some of the service on their YouTube feed. (Baptists got The YouTube!)
Anyway, I spend the day waiting on Comcast at one of the ladies from the church’s house. That meant I didn’t write a birthday post when I planned.
So, for your birthday, I helped make an old lady happy. That counts for something, right?
What I want to know — this isn’t for Frank, but for the readers out there — is what did you do for Frank’s birthday?
Oh, and happy birthday, Frank.
Frank’s face looks like a nuclear explosion on the moon. Nice job with the frosting, Les.
Wait. Which Frank are we talking about here? Sinatra?
Thank ya, thank ya. I think I made this a few years ago.
Ol’ Nuke Eyes — The Assaultin’ of Moon
Let he who is without sin Comcast the first stone! Happy birthday, Frank!
Happy Birthday, O Great One! May a thousand nuclear laser-beam equipped dinosaurs show up in your backyard for you to command!
I was just coming here to chide you for forgetting my birthday.
You know I can’t forget your birthday (shared with my daughter-in-law), SarahK’s (mine), or Harvey’s (my daughter’s). Everyone else is SOL.
If we knew you were coming we’d have had a Kek.
I got de-sealoused. Finally.
Hope you were happily birthdayed Frank.
I had my own damned birthday, thank you very much. Tell that punk ass baby of a leftover hippy to find his own day…
For Franks’ birthday, you get down on your knees and thank the Lord for Twitter, because otherwise we’d be utterly without Franky goodness.
It’s not so much that I forgot, it’s just that I didn’t care.
Isn’t that Frank J.’s mission statement -“Nuke the Moon – and Make Old Ladies Happy”?