XXXIV
34 years ago, today, my mother, in the midst of a laughing fit brought on by an episode of Maude, spasmed one particularly hardy guffaw at the wry and dry comic stylings of one Bea Arthur, and I popped into the world! It was 4:30, and a Sunday.
This is testament to the power of Bea Arthur and the writings of Maude.
My mother had been laughing since the airing of the previous episode, many, many days before.
This is testament to the power of Bea Arthur and the writings of Maude.
My mother had been laughing since the airing of the previous episode, many, many days before.
posted by Tommy at
10:16
7 Comments:
You wrote Bea Arthur, but for some strange reason I was thinking Frances Bavier. Gaaah.
Congratulations on completing yet another Solar Circumnavigation! May you enjoy many more such voyages, all without limit to any good thing.
Happy birthday Tommy!
Hoppy Bird day...
Wish I could remember 34. Twenty eight to about 40 are kind of a blur. Fun times, that.
Enjoy it while you can, homes. Getting old resides on the red end of the Major Suckage Scale, or the 'MSS' as us old farts are prone to call it.
Happy Birthday, Tommy. Best wishes and don't forget to submit, submit, submit.
Andy
www.smokingtoaster.com
I remember my dad doubling over in hysterics as Johnny Carson pushed Don Rickles into a Japanese bathtub.
Happy Yesterday fellow Piscean! Hope you had a good one.
Happy belated birthday. :)
-random person you've never talked to before
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