Today is The Professor's birthday. Thinking about it on ordinary days, it's a pretty good thing. Because most birthdays are. Good things, I mean. But there's this one, stinkin' little detail: He's younger than I am. So every year I wake up on his birthday wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'....that he'll be older than I am. But every year it's the same dang thing. He just can't seem to catch up with me.
Happy Birthday, Professor.
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mom, you should just start skipping birthdays. not the actual party. no no no no no. just turn the same age again. or start going backwards.
also...happy birthday freddo!
happy b-day uncle fred!
at least he is older than Riley Heaton, whom he shares a b-day with. ;)
I would never have guessed this in a million years! You, a cougar?????? Happy Birthday to Fred!
happy boody pops!
this ain't no reg-u-la day! this fred's birfday! happy to you.
And possibly last, but not least...Happy Birthday Fred. I'm so glad you're older than me.
Thanks to all for your congrats on my 61st birthday. (But if wishing can make me 61, why can't it make me 51, or 31?)
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