Rough times, Erik. Dumb arsed police are everywhere. Tell them you're an artist. The sun will shine again soon enough. Hang on in there. The cake looks rather tasty.
I reckon I'll survive...maybe. Despite the sass...the cake was delicious.
Oh no, I sent the birthday present with the Christmas Bono jumper... you just can't trust the international mail these days. It's probably hatched by now and may be a little warm and smelly but you never know, it may still turn up. So sorry to hear about those (as SB puts it so well) dumb arsed police and the rest of your birthday disappointments. Just remember, you are special to some of us, Erik, and we also need to know about the banana skin incident.
That must be what's scratching around in the ceiling.Thank you ma'am.The Banana incident is there in the link...I should have made it more obvious. My Dignity.
That was a great post Erik and now I finally understand why you are defined the way you are. And I am still laughing at Adam's comments. Brilliant.
A pity you couldn't share in our text exchange on Friday night....after I sent him a picture of the cake. I think me slipping on a banana peel is one of the greatest events in "his" life.
You mean the special limited edition life-sized statue of Abraham Lincoln I sent in mid-December still hasn't reached you? Damn!To be fair to your sister - at least she didn't actually write "Dork" on your cake. Plus, it really does look incredibly tasty. I reckon I could manage a hefty slice right this instant.Anyway, Happy Birthday, Erik, and stay out of Louisiana - I've seen "Southern Comfort" and I know what happens down there..
I hope it gets here soon...I don't think I can hold it much longer.It was really ridiculously good.