October 26, 2006

• Happy birthday, you Scouse git. :D
• Wellies and a mac! Kippers for tea, wot, wot? Felicitations, old sock.
• Happy birthday with crinkly beetroot on top!
• Confused, here. I was told the British Suck Ass.
• Oh, and ditto with sports.
• Ay 'ope yous yer 'uv batties o' sound gifts ed yer birthdee. Isn't it past your bedtime, Ralph Kanadayank?
• Came out the same in both dialects: " Fish tick is a moran". Fookin newfie. Or worsen, them maritimes, eh? Blows me boat.
• *jabs Ralph* Be nice to fish stick. Or else.
• This gets the seal of approval.
• The 'n' word is a ethnic slur, Ralph. Only Newfoundlanders are allowed to use it. Usage: Right: Bruce: Dawg? 'Sup my newfie? Oswald: In da heezy! Wrong: Fauntleroy: Oh, Methuselah! One of those "newfies" is moving in next door. Methuselah: You know there's going to be undesireables in the hallways at all hours buying fish from them and playing that damn folk music at ear shattering volumes! O noes! Fauntleroy: Why are we such white trash?
• Oh, yeah. Happy birthday, kit!
• Tally friggin' ho, eh?
• Tra La laaaaaa! Thanks everybody! I loves you all! I am in work though - talk about being a grown-up. Waah!
• Haha, worker bee. I mean, happy birthday! Maybe I could paint you a picture in return for the Panda Shower. It'll be modern. Abstract.
• MM, sounds good. Expressing perhaps the inner existentialist angst faced by us all in the modern world? Veery interesting. I'd apply for some funding first. They love all that stuff. Thanks again peeps!
• w00t! Happy Birthday! *blows party tooters* And if that made you snigger, you got a dirty mind!
• *shakes party tooters by hand, buys him a beer*
• *eats celebratory spotted dick*
• Happy Burtday!
• Well? Any naughty prezzies from coworkers? We all know how much you Brits like to embarrass each other. Out with it!
• Thanks Merry! I didn't tell anyone. Was on my own for the morning and have only just mentioned it whilst producing a bag of jammy donuts to share (contrary to popular belief, it's actually a tradition for the birthee to bring in cakes on their day, not sex toys). Sorry.
• *polishes Docs, readies for administration of Serious Birthday Bumps* WHERE'D KIT GO? SOMEONE SAID IT WAS HIS BIRCHDAY, AND I NEED TO GIVE HIM THIS SPECIAL DELIVERY! Come out, come out, wherever you are!
• *Hides in bogs / sparks up a cheeky fag*
• 'Appy Birthday, you weirdo Brit person. Crivvens, I wish I could go up the old frog and toad to the West Riding and share yer 'ot cross jammy pasty, but top o' the morning to yiz, bach, as you Geordies say.
• I don't have any cheeky Brit-talk to offer. Instead, I present the best part of the "Happy Birthday" song: You look like a monkey And smell like one, too.
• HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIT!!!!! Have some crisps or chips or fries or something.
• Guinness and curry could be on the cards for tonight.
• Happy birthday kit! It's nearly 3, time to hit the pub! Don't forget the Tavern Snacks.
• Hog lumps!
• Pig snacks! Chicken XXX Murg Thaal!
• Beer nuts!
• Deep fried Pogos! Deep fried Mozzarella sticks! Deep fried Mars bars!
• Jaffa cakes with spray cream!
• I have my burberry cap, white trainers, tracksuit bottoms, sovereign rings from Argos, and a can of Stella. Where is the party?
• I'll be in the Penny Lane Wine bar from about 4 tomorrow if you want to call in and buy me a pint.
• How quaint! Will there be a fireman with an hourglass?
• A pint of wine? Cool!
• There's a Penny Lane Wine Bar? Somebody named it after the song? Way to sell out, guys...
• I'll be wandering the pavement until high tea. P'raps I can find a ticky for the alumineeum whirlythropter to jizzheel my boggins thither. Nothing too prancy, yetkins, I haven't a grobe of scuggins in my trousie pockers.
• I'll be sitting home, looking out at the rain. I'll drink some cheap rotgut in your honor, kit!
• The Mounties send their best birthday wishes. (But please return the horse asap).
• 'appy birthdee, young misti kitfisto wack. ay do 'ope yous enjoy this, yer special dee, ya tatty'ead. courtesy of scouse translator kit and 'is mates. scouse dialect
• Oh aye, many 'appy wish t'ya tha kit. I am reminded of that classic of Brit theatre: "Oh it may be a joke, but it's his nose! 'Ee can't help havin' a hideous great hooter! And the poor little head - tremblin' under the weightofit." --Paul's Grandfather Cheers!
• Fookin' wankers! Yer just a bunch o' spackin' tossers!
• Happy Birthday, guv'nor! That's all I got.
• *golf clap*
• Y'arraight? I'm confused, why do some Americans think that British (I don't class myself as British, I'm English) people talk like characters from a Charles Dickens novel. We're not all well mannered and Sexually repressed, some of us have very poor manners.
• Unflattering but poor-quality photos of me being a Yank in London, circa 2000: #1 #2
• I say!
• I'm confused, why do some Americans think that British (I don't class myself as British, I'm English) people talk like characters from a Charles Dickens novel. We're not all well mannered and Sexually repressed, some of us have very poor manners. For the same reason that some Englishmen think that Yanks (I don't class myself as a Yank, I'm an American't) talk like characters from the popular TV sitcom "Alice". We're not all loud and culturally-challenged, only me. So kiss my grits!
• (I don't class myself as British, I'm English) I don't class myself as American, I'm Canadian. And we don't all drink maple syrup and play hockey and say please. No wait we do.
• So, please kiss Koko's grits!
• Actually, the British are the rudest & most surly of the Western Nations. Ruder than the French, uglier than the Germans, more violent than the Romanians. Their only saving grace is their humour... and their cuisine.
• I don;t class myself as a New Yorker, I'm from between Canada and Pennsylvania. And we don't all eat lizards and wear boxer shorts on our heads.
• "Hey, doc, I'm having trouble making friends, you COCKSUCKER. Can you give me some advice?" A pint of warm beer and some yellow teeth please. As for the French, apparently people in Lille prefer the English to Parisians, cos of the rudeness.
• And we don't all eat lizards and wear boxer shorts on our heads. Uhm, then why does every Canada-Pennsylvanian sandwich-meater do that in my presence? Is it my ass?
• Eh?
• Odd that someone called "The Underpants Monster" feels the need to vehemently deny wearing underpants on her head. Anybody else think the lady doth prothesth thoo much?
• yeah, she's the one who brought the subject up.
• 'Oippy birthday, ewe 'ol sot! *licks the frosting*
• Oim a gud gull oi am!
• 'ew Ah!
• Washed me face an' 'ands before oi come oi did.
• Better after.
• 'ow dare!
• Well, we don't all wear boxer shorts on our heads. There's this one guy with some peau des soie tap pants.
• heppy berfday kit! I will wear my special rufflebutt panties on my head today, in your honor....
• RufflebuttFilter.
• MentalImageFilter...
• Happy B-Day, you old fart!!
• Humpty Dumpty, Kitten!
• Appears the "Recent Comments" box wishes you happy birthday, as well! It really does have all our best interests at heart. Apropos of nothing - you wouldn't happen to be affiliated with totl.net would you? I've been meaning to ask for ages, but I'm ever so lazy.
• hello! thanks all. Um, no, but I might be now!
• Why did I make a new thread if everyone's going to post to the old one?!
• Because nobody loves you.
• Or else your hoodie smells bad.
• Well the joke's on you because this is also my thread and the smell is just as bad in here :-P !!!
• Well, it had a year to air out...
• The thread, not your hoodie.