Happy Birthday! all the best!
Happy Birthday! all the best!
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
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"Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day"
Oscar Wilde [The Picture of Dorian Gray]
Happy birthday kilted!
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"The time has come," the Walrus said,"To talk of many things:
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"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
Happy birthday Kilted. Some traditional scottish images for you:
nice sporran!
a proper scotsman
what scottish men eat for breakfast
have a wee dram on me
Hope its a good one.
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Happy birthday, kilted_exile!
Optima dies ... prima fugit
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"Do you mind if I reel in this fish?" - Dale Harris
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn." - Ernest Hemingway
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And were it a kilt, laddie, that gave ye your name,
That tartan blowing down by your legs?
Ah, tis but fickle to place your claim to fame
By something ye hang up on your pegs!
D'ye no get a brickle feeling o' draft,
When the wind blows so strong through the trees--
A glorious refreshing both fore and aft
When the breeze whips it up from your knees?
Now on your birthday which comes every year,
We wish ye good fortune and pluck--
Lift a bottle o' ale to help give you cheer
Especially if ye feel down on your luck.
Dinnae dance with the leprechans down in the dale,
Here's hope this rhyme finds you still doing well...
Pendragon
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
!!!Happy birthday!!!
-The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
--------William Shakespeare
-The god's paths are wayward.
- My english is bad and I know it. Sorry.
Actually I'm dying to see Kilt's interview.I hope there is one.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
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To all those giving drink - thanky thanky I am getting dragged out friday by a couple of young rapscallions and I am sure I will be getting bought far more than my fair share of tequila, so the extras will be for all of YOU
Manolia - I shall celebrate the fact that no matter how much older I get, you will still be a good 6months older than me
Papaya - yep it's gaelic, and so long as you dont ask any further questions then yes I understand it completely
Virg - erm yes, those are quite interesting "bags". Yes there is an interview, I am interested to see it as well because I was tired when I answered it - dont remember what my answers were
Wies - what makes that cake even more fantastic is that it looks to have been made for a 2 year old
Night - yes I could do with a washing machine, and of course I still have the pans from previously - I play the drums on them every chance I get
5th - Ah Rab, the govan philosopher (for those unfamiliar with the genius see here & here), there's sir sean too - the only scotsman even close to as pretty as I am, A question though: who in their right mind puts ice in whisky (unless its rye)
Also a big thank you to the other assorted well wishers & Pen for his poem
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There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
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I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.