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Happy birthday Ishcabittle (32)

Happy birthdya Ish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Dude, everyone keeps wincing when I say 32. It's like, dude, I don't feel old. Fuck you, twentysomething douche.
 
Dude, everyone keeps wincing when I say 32. It's like, dude, I don't feel old. Fuck you, twentysomething douche.

You're still young compared to me. I'm 34.
 
but that's the thing, we're not old. You're only old if you feel old, and/or quit moving forward. I'm thirty two years YOING BITCHES.
 
but that's the thing, we're not old. You're only old if you feel old, and/or quit moving forward. I'm thirty two years YOING BITCHES.

Or look old. People tell me I look a lot older than 34. Weird thing is just five years ago at 29 people told me they thought I was 18. What the hell happened to me?
 
did you mutate by standing to close to the microwave (and acquire magic powers)?
 
32 isn't old. That's ridiculous.

You're a young buck yet with a lot of DRUGGLES to do. (new street slang for drugs old man!)
 
A thirty two years old individual is pretty much old, in my book. It's futile to convince yourself otherwise. At this stage, you should be married with one or two kids, worrying about assuring your family a decent living. Otherwise you're messed up.


Happy birthday, anyway.
 
Being a responsible father and husband doesn't make someone old you ninny.

I like your single minded belief in which direction life should lead for everyone though.
 
A change of priorities and responsibilities go hand in hand with growing old.

And yes, if one of your priorities in life is being a responsible father and husband (or mother and wife), and you're past the threshold of aging (30), that means you're pretty much "old". Why is that so hard to admit ?

I like your consideration of the word "old" as some sort of insult that necessitates to be countered with stupid denial and mindless apologetics, though.
 
ROAR!

As far as I can tell, I'm pretty much the same dude that I was two days ago. I have "grown up" over the past few years or so, but not because of some arbitrary number based on the number of times I've gone around the sun. Mostly because it was time to man up and start working for a living. I could have done that in my mid-twenties, but I'm glad I didn't.
 
Growing up is so overrated, especially when there's really cool toys & comics to buy!
 
I'd quite like to be 11.
 
I needs me moar toyz


btw happy bitrhday ish i'll post in next years birthday thread in a more timely manner
 
Growing up is so overrated, especially when there's really cool toys & comics to buy!


Reminds me of the T-shirt I used to own that read "The person with the most toys when they die, wins."

Don't know if I'll be able to part with my toys ever. Then again my older brother keeps bragging about the money he's making selling his toys.
 
He who dies with the most toys STILL DIES.


I often thought they were misspelling steel and wonder where I could buy awesome stainless steel dies for the weekend D&D games, back when I used to game.
 
shit yeah, i'd get me a tube of onyx die, straight up one of each variety pack, and roll my d4, d6, d8, d10, d12 and d20 and they'd turn up all 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, and 20 all together on their first roll and i'd be all like, "that's right, who made a deal with the devil? me, that's who! now lets roll for stats, bitches!" and everybody would be all, "shit, he's gonna play a pimped out monk again" and i'd be all like, "that's right, and i'll be doin' 2d12 with by bear hands and rockin' an AC of -2 with no armor and can fall from 80 feet with no damage you bitches!!"
 
Monks indeed do rock. I had me a cleric once. The DM made him eat his own shit once when he fell into some magical pond. He made up for it later when I got to build an awesome battle church, which he later smashed with some frost giants.

He let me roll up a minotaur with a good alignment once. I named it Worf. He never got to go into any towns or taverns because he'd the shit out of the peasant and have to fight the cops...
 
Happy Birthday.
 
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