It was my birthday this week. Let’s take a look back to see where I was this time last year…
Huh… It must not have been a great birthday.
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At midyear 1979-1980 school term in Miami 9th grade moved from jr high to sr high(this was done because many 9th graders were eligible to vote and could go 1/2 day if in job program to support their families). They needed to bring over a teacher to sr high. I volunteered(7:30 AM to 2:30 PM = perfect work schedule to make 3:00PM happy hour). At interview(sr high administrators always looking for coaches) the principal and assistant principle(both jocks) asked what sport I liked. Since I’m not a sports guy I replied “poker”. Administrators glanced at each other, smiled, then “He’ll work out just fine. See you tomorrow at 7:10 AM, Carl.” Maybe I do know about sports. One question, one answer and it was “touchdown”!
The population is aging. Time for a cane revolution. Chip inserts that play music? Emit a sound and light show? Have embedded GPS systems? The field is wide open.
Maybe I could make my millions by designing and selling customized canes. My friends and I are already off to a fairly decent start.
Ha ha, had to look up ‘bauble’.. Funny sketch.. And happy birthday, was it the 9th?! Hope this year’s was a great one, where you had to put use all your special ‘skills’?! No pun ;)
Glad you learned a new word. I’ll do everything in my power to enhance most of my skills, except for the one about pushing people away.
Happy Birthday!
Life comes at you fast . . . carrying a cane makes it easier to push people away!
I’d prefer beating them off.
So… why do you need a cane? Did I miss that? Just because you’re awesome?
Halloween costume!
Happy birthday, Posky. May this year be good to you.
Thank you.
Many happy returns, funny man!
At least another two or three.
Happy birthday.
you crack me up.
blessings
jane
Best of birthday wishes from your nurse downunder xx
You meant my “favorite nurse from down under.”
Happy Birthday! Hope you had a good one! With that list of skills…shouldn’t be a problem! Mine is coming up soon…probably time to start scouting around for mine (cane I mean)! I’m thinking fist instead of tooth…but I thought those little tooth ghosts were pretty cool !
Sadly the little ghosts aren’t a reality yet. However, I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a voodoo priestess.
We’re going to see what we can do with that.
Can’t hardly wait!
Happy Birthday Posky! Enjoy your cane! I vote to have flames emblazoned down the side.
Happy Birthday! I hope you get to play with some dogs and cats.
Way ahead of you.
OMG Happy Birthday… thanks for the laugh!
Always, anytime and certainly again.
happy b’day.
You cane should ave a beer glass holder on top.
lol
I already have two of those. They are called hands.
However, a third one on my cane couldn’t hurt. That’s pretty sound advice.
Canes with GPS. Ha! I love it. Happy belated Birthday!
Why, thank you.
Happy Birthday!
Impressive list of skills you’ve got there. You gotta wonder though, if “pretty good at sex” gives you a leg up on the other job candidates.
I don’t know. Maybe you don’t have to wonder. But the thought did cross MY mind!
I guess it depends on the work I went into.
At any rate, it’s good to know that you’re thinking of me.
Q: What do you intend to bring to the firm on a daily basis?
A: Lunch
As in law firm?
I could be a professional human charmer, an astronaut, a truck driver or just about anything else but I don’t think I could ever be a lawyer.
I’d also probably have to buy lunch sometimes. I’d never bring a lunch everyday.
The ghosts of old whores eh? Your comics make me laugh posky! :D
In our defense, we were pretty amped for the party that was to follow.
happy, happy birthday. i’m still traumatized by my kindergarten birthday when my mother allowed a student teacher to take home my leftover, scrumptious, bite-sized vanilla cupcakes with orange frosting. how could she? check out this and other traumas of my life at starkravingsisters.com