Happy birthday to me. I am 29.
My girlfriend gave me a present of a mountain bike. That is possibly the best present ever. I cycled to work today. I looked ridiculous in a suit on a mountain bike. I am going to the mountains this Sunday on my new bike.
You may or may not know that Ireland's economy has increased vastly in the last 20 years, from shit to one of the best in the world. However, the standard of living is still crap. I have no car. I pay 50% of my wages on rent and electricity. The rest fritters remarkably quickly on food and beer.
Anyway, happy birthday to me.
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Alas I am a little late. However, happy birthday to the whole of you, sickly pale red haired elf resembling bits included.
Hmm, it seems I am not late after all. My apologies; it's actually an hour past midnight in the desert.
Leprechaun, not elf, and, anyway, I am not pale. I am bright red because of the sun.
u forgot to mention approaching 30 real sooooon old man !
Happy Birthday :)
It is still elf. Don't contest my label.
Leprechaun, from leath preachain, meaning half shoe-maker. Short, squat, red-headed, and crafty.
Yes, DC, but I am still beautiful on the outside, although my insides may be getting rotten.
So you're short? Aha.
Only in my Leprechaun disguise. Otherwise I kick 6'2.5". The .5 is really important to me.
I'm sure it must be. Heh.
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