[HairOfTheDog]

....Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.

I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.

Happy Birthday Ramius!

[RosieCotton]

Is this year the big 4-0?

Heh...my last shop supervisor in the Air Force turned 40 within a day or so of the squadron Christmas party, so in front of the whole squadron we gave him a ton of gag gifts: black balloons (latex...sorry, Ruthy!), Depends, Metamucil, even a cane, I think. He was a good sport about it.

Now...it doesn't seem all that far off.

[Sam Cree]

I like that song, Hair.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAMIUS!