Happy birthday, Mo-Mo.

[Reminiscence]

That's right. The man himself. MOZART!!!!!!! Happy 250th man!

 

[derek]

When I read this I thought you meant Mo Mo Zilla...a football player.

shame on me.

 

[Reminiscence]

Shame indeed!

 

[Lunar Still]

What the hell would you get someone for their 250th birthday? I mean, 250 years....that's a lot of socks.

 

[derek]

They wouldnt have time to open any presents...would take the whole damn day to blow out the candles, given the expected lung capacity of a 250yr old.

 

[Lunar Still]

Not to mention the time it would take to walk their old ass all the way around a cake covered in 250 evenly distributed candles. And yes, they MUST be evenly distributed.

 

[derek]

of course, imagine if they were not???


CATASTROPHE!!!!!!!

 

[Lunar Still]

One minute you've got your candles all out of whack, the next thing you know women can vote and Negroes can own land. What the hell is God's green earth coming to?

 

[derek]

Sickens me so it does, sickens me.

 

[Will Bozarth]

Blasphemy... and there are *gasp* GAYS!?

 

[derek]

I know! Men who like men! Bloody disgusting! Give me good ol' girl on girl action anyday tho...I LOVE IT.

 

[Will Bozarth]

hahaha

 

[derek]

 

[Lunar Still]

 

[derek]

I LOVE that site

 

[Lunar Still]

I swear one day I will get shot just for my twisted sense of humor.

 

[derek]

 

[Reminiscence]

I'll take two of those salvations.

 

[derek]

 

[Lunar Still]