Please join me in wishing a very festive natal day to our buddy and fellow blogger, Actor212. Whether he's riding 50 miles on his bicycle, writing thoughtful, but acerbic commentary on politics and contemporary society at Simply Left Behind
, taking stunningly gorgeous underwater photographs, or simply letting his eye for the ladies roam free (which is roguish and endearing, until it reaches the end of the optic nerve and then just hangs there, swinging back and forth like a Clacker), he is...the Most Interesting Man in a Four Block Radius of Manhattan.
In celebration, here's some Ann Coulter anti-matter: a photo of Scandinavian Siren Christina Lindberg in an old Swedish magazine ad:
"Twas Beauty sold the Battery!"
(I tried to find some sexy cheesecake engravings from the Kalevala
, but it's mostly beefy, bearded dudes, and elderly witches with warts and osteoporosis.)
Happy Birthday, Carl!
Have a most excellent birthday, Mr. 212!
...when they say "leak proof", what do they really mean? AFAF
Happy birthday, birthday boy or girl!
He's not getting older, he's getting moldier!
Boy....she's really into that battery, isn't she?
Many happy returns, actor!
Well, hell, Mary, before a/c-current Home Power Tools, a battery already WAS A Girl's Best Friend! Look up a shoddy remnant of the once-grand "Doc Johnson" company of old... now it's disposable crap that barely makes it through a long weekend, but who do you think originally made those "Neck Massagers" featured in the Sunday circulars and Spencer's Gifts stores country-wide?
Heh. Perfect endorsement for Carl's week, eh?
Hope that you liked your e-cards & M.O.B. tribute, ya crotchety ol' shit-kicker.
Carl? Carl Spackler?
Fuck, that's just too cool.
Happy Birthday, dude!
A very Happy Birthday to you, dear Actor or Carl or Tintin or whatever alias you are currently lurking under.
Have a lovely day and year.
kalevala-wise, you need to check out
Many happy returns, whichever name you're using!
Sooooo, where IS the fucker, hiding-out under a coral reef, shooting "nature" pictures up cathlick skoolgirls' skirts? Awfully impolite to not show up at his own birfday fete. Hmph.
What? Loud & craven I may be, at least I have *some* semblance of manners!
Wow! I can;t believe I front-paged WoC! It's an honor I;ll treasure for--- oooooh! A chicken!
Thanks, Scott, thanks, everyone. I now have my own Hi Top...
I tried to find some sexy cheesecake engravings from the Kalevala, but it's mostly beefy, bearded dudes, and elderly witches with warts and osteoporosis.
I'll be in my bunk.
Annti! It took two days for the hangover rot subside!
"It took two days for the hangover rot subside!"
Awwww, punnnnkinnnn, you poor baby... either you're losing your drinking arm, getting (gasp!!!) OLD, ~OR~ you've been drinking like (gasp-gag-retch!) TOURIST!!!
Yessss, you do TOO know what I mean --- fruity drinks with gallons of simple syrup for simple minds that can't handle even triple-sec, and mixing wine w/beer, hard liquor/hard-core "patent" drinks with coffee and/or Red Bull to stay up later (and yes, I know that you already volunteered for the viagra test group for that free lifetime supply, so spare the puns!) and imbibe even more.
So? You been drinkin' like Snookie in Jersey or like Snookie in It'ly?
Happy Birthday 212!
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