I have 2 weeks of 32 left. Wednesday after next, I will turn 33. And like the mythical Jesus, One of you will betray me. I will be cruicified and easter bunnies will give birth to chocolate crosses.
Well, perhaps not, but I do have to admit that “33” looks cool as hell as an age. I doubt I’ll be doing anything special other than running my ass of finishing up preparation for the NW tiki Crawl that same weekend.
Busy busy busy.
Oh! I’m going to a Rum tasting tonight where they will be paying me $30. I think I’ll spend it on … Rum!
I can’t promise that I’ll worship you unless you have those awesome Jesus abs.
Ooh, ooh, can I betray you? Or does Heather already have dibs on that?
You make me wet! RUM! I mean YUM!
Do you want to do something special for your bday? I think you’re guaranteed action, but if you want to do dinner or something!
Well, we’ll just call your room Club 33 then!
I’m hoping my 33+ year will grant me luck in getting into the real club 33.
Are you starin’ at my gut? I’m workin’ on it!
This RUMmy is no dummy.
Mmmm 33.
Men are at their absolute hottest between the ages of 30 and 45, in my not so humble opinion.
33 is a very hot age, if that helps 😛
Sure I want to do something special. What that is, however, escapes me.
Facets of something special:
*Cheap
*Rum
*Cuties
*Relaxation
*Donuts
Unlike the mythical Jesus, I don’t know who my betrayer is.
I have to say I have been enjoying how my vintage is turning out… 😉
No, but I was looking at your bum.
I’ve been there once. It was keen.
That makes as happy as a little girl.
Excellent.
33, eh? Does this mean the appropriate gift for you is Rolling Rock?
So, here’s the real important question: At age 33, Jesus Christ managed to start a cult that became the dominant religion in the Western Hemisphere for 2,000 years. What are YOU going to do at age 33 to match that, huh?
Ah, but it wasn’t *really* Jesus that started the cult. He simply lived his life in a way that other people tried to emulate. The responsiblity is not on Craig to be anything more than an example, but rather on the Paul who presumably is numbered among his friends (I may not know who the Judas will be, but I know for sure that David is not the Paul).
More about the rum bit, please.
1. A very insightful response.
2. “but I know for sure that David is not the Paul” – **snorts. Thank you. That was an excellent laugh.
Mark A sent out an email about some sort of market study about RUM in which we, Rum Addicts, would be paid hansomely (well, $30) for tasting and giving our (well versed) opinions of the product. I know you’re asking yourself right now, “Why the hell don’t I live in Portland so I could be drinking with the love child of the Great Hoyt?” and the answer is WHY NOT INDEED!
The downside is it will probably be some ill-advised hideous flavoured rum. Kumquat-Guava! Apple-Pear!
You know I think that joke is dead, but it keeps being reborn!
Well, as long as I can get the leaders of the world to post hoc choose me for their cult, I suppose that would work out ok. 😀
And I have my weeks off. It’s NEXT wednesday.
Bummer! I forgot to look at the mail. I’ll pick you up as we discusses anyway, since I still have to drop that thingy off.
Somehow, we have to combine your birthday, Heather’s birthday, and Heather’s-and-my-July First New Lives into one party. When? We could do it here, with hot tubs and things…and donuts, and rum. I’m cheap, and I think I have some cute friends somewhere (other than you two) and relaxation can be had in the hot tub. WHAT SAY YOU? =)
33! i can’t even imagine 33! i’m about to go insane thinking about turning 22 in a week and a bit. man 33… thats a big number.
33 feels more right than any other age yet for me.
I certainly like the sound of it (as long as Donuts=Voodoo and not KK)
fair enough. everyone already thinks that i’m in my early to mid 30’s. maybe i should start telling people i’m 33…
Wednesday after next, I will turn 33. And like the mythical Jesus, One of you will betray me.
I’ll volunteer. I’ve always wanted to kiss you ;-P