Happy B day J.R. !
(And dont you worry, .....Grazie and I wont say a thing about that mole on your _____ that you told us about....were gonna keep THAT a secret for sure!!!!!)
Hey you guys forgot to mention how I don’t look a day over 25! ;-)
All NDA’s are lifted. After all, it IS my birthday. Thanks guys, I’ll be sure to throw back a few Guinness in your honor tonight (it’s the 4th food group now that the BBC says it's healthy!).
Guinness Stout used to be a mandatory government benefit for pregnant women in Ireland, until sometime in the 1970s I think.
At the time it probably was the best way to get the necessary vitamins and minerals.
Bottoms up for the baby!
And for anybody who has had Guinness anywhere outside Ireland:
Sorry, you have never had a Guinness.
Out of a can? No can do. Even with the patented gadget inside.
On tap in England? Sorry, they can't pour. It has to be poured slowly, anything less than 3-5 minutes to pour a pint is a waste of the divine nectar...
"On tap in England? Sorry, they can't pour." . .. yeah? Really? You want I should tell 'em you said that over at the "Crown" in Cricklewood? . .I don't think so!
The forum pitched in and paid for an AARP membership for you. Congratulations on reaching such an advanced age, and welcome to the world of Senior Discounts...
Yes indeedie,
happy b'day from all us Aussies.
Bob.
PS, isn't it a pain having a birthday so close to Christmas, kind of cuts down on the number of presents, hope that doesn't happen this time around.
Grazie, You see what you started. Now they are going to expect me to have a birthday every year! (oh, the pressure)
Actually it was a pretty funny evening. My wife brought a cake to the restaurant. When they came out to sing happy birthday (the “Real McCoy” I might add, damn the royalties) they were looking at my wife. She kept pointing to me and they had a puzzled look on their face. Then when they put the cake down in front of me to blow out the candles I knew why. The cake said, “Happy Birthday Debbie”. So my wife said, “That was supposed to say Happy Birthday Daddy, did the bakery get it wrong”. As it turns out, the restaurant brought out the wrong cake. (imagine the look on Debbie’s face when she got the Daddy cake?) We all had a good laugh and my kids called me Debbie for the rest of the evening. (perhaps I should change my name to DebbieRoy) :-D
I’m not sure how long it took them to pour the Guinness but it was on tap and it went down smooth as silk just the same.