I knew not that it is your birthday! I'll do better next year, as it is now engraved in the marble of my organizer. So you are now young since one year more? The total has no importance as long as you remain young of spirit. I know, I know, you attach as much importance for something which is situated lower, but me not, nevertheless, because it is important for you, I wish you the same youth there also, and I am sure to be granted. Anyway, I wholeheartedly wish you a wondrous birthday, my very dear Pat. You know what? Your birthday ends at midnight, and then the aniversary of my blog will beging: it's its 3rd year (If we forget the jet lag, of course). As for me, I was conceived in France, cooked lovingly in the stomach of my mother during a crossing of the desert of Sahara on the back of camels, laid in Martinique and brought up in Madagascar. I was born in 1945, after the war and my mother was alone. She declared me too late and to avoid any penalty she declared a false date, so I have two birthdays every year, the real date (the 3rd of December for my relatives) and the official date (the 7th of December for everybody else). And thus I am 67 years old, but I celebrated 164 birthdays. Lots of kisses.
@ Anon - She always does when I get the treat of a blow job. I must find something else special for her to give me on my birthday. Maybe a three-some with some hot, young stud.
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Happy,Happy Birthday my Friend!
Spending it naked and jerking is a perfect Idea!
Damn - #10 would be so fuckin beautiful (PERFECT cock, PERFECT balls) if his offensively girlie-shaved crotch didn't look so fuckin stupid!
I knew not that it is your birthday! I'll do better next year, as it is now engraved in the marble of my organizer.
So you are now young since one year more? The total has no importance as long as you remain young of spirit.
I know, I know, you attach as much importance for something which is situated lower, but me not, nevertheless, because it is important for you, I wish you the same youth there also, and I am sure to be granted.
Anyway, I wholeheartedly wish you a wondrous birthday, my very dear Pat.
You know what? Your birthday ends at midnight, and then the aniversary of my blog will beging: it's its 3rd year (If we forget the jet lag, of course).
As for me, I was conceived in France, cooked lovingly in the stomach of my mother during a crossing of the desert of Sahara on the back of camels, laid in Martinique and brought up in Madagascar. I was born in 1945, after the war and my mother was alone. She declared me too late and to avoid any penalty she declared a false date, so I have two birthdays every year, the real date (the 3rd of December for my relatives) and the official date (the 7th of December for everybody else).
And thus I am 67 years old, but I celebrated 164 birthdays.
Lots of kisses.
Happy Birthday!!
Hope you have a great one!
happy BD!mybe your wife will swallow?go out and have a great day!
@ YFP - Mon ami, I must go back to your blog and wish you a Happy Anniversary!
I am always thinking young in spirit - it's what keeps me young, I think. We are close in age, then - only 7 years separate us. Bisous!
@ Anon - She always does when I get the treat of a blow job. I must find something else special for her to give me on my birthday. Maybe a three-some with some hot, young stud.
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