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Wow, what a nice decorations.
The cats are really flexible...
I think even with your masculine comfort in your own fur, wearing Leia's gold bikini in public might be a step too far. I think putting all the baubles back in the jewelry box might be the best idea for now. Although the other Richard has suggested that you may have some fun with the feathers first.
(I've been trying out Fabiana's latest release and some that I've owned for some time, so what better application than putting them on my favorite character to render: Richard Haseltine. It's a win-win for me. Richard is always a good sport about whatever I put him through here, thank goodness.)
I Need a Cake!
Richard suddenly remembered that today was Ron's birthday! He ran to Bonnie's Bakery and got there just in time.
Richard Haseltine: I need a birthday cake in a hurry.
Bonnie: Mr. Haseltine, why do you always show up 10 minutes before closing?
Richard Haseltine (to the camera): Well what is her problem? The sign on the door says "OPEN". I brought Lola's credit card and everything. Lola lets me use it for emergencies, like if I need a tuna sandwich while she is at work or something. Ron's birthday is important. Doesn't Bonnie know?
Bonnie: I've got a fresh chocolate cake in the back. How many candles do you need?
Richard Haseltine: a LOT! Like maybe 200 or something. I don't know.
Bonnie: I don't have 200 in stock. I'll put on all I have.
I have a nasty, sinking feeling about those candles....
Your fur isn't flammable is it?
Uh-oh.
Oh my, this is interesting. You only need 76 candles!
It's nice that you want to help celebrate my birthday.
My few remaining family members continue to ignore me on that occasion.
It turns out that Bonnie happens to have exactly 76 candles in stock.
Such a disaster hadn't occurred to me until you brought up your sinking feeling. But it would be inappropriate of me to hurt you, especially on Ron's birthday. I think you are safe.
Ah, another case of me and my big keyboard.
Happy Birthday Ron!
Richard got this cake for you. I hope you like chocolate. Share it with your lady friends.
Happy Birthday!
(and don't blame me for any infernos)
Gosh I hope that's not Ron's apartment building!
I absolutely love chocolate!
Oh no, I hear sirens.
Now THAT'S what I call embarrassing flatulence.
Now that reply is of the caliber of one or Richard's responses. I got a kick out of it.
EEEWWWW.
See, I am nowhere near - and facing the wrong way to have been fleeing the scene. No idea where the cake is.
Oh thank you.
I'm overwhelmed with conflicting feelings of titillation (chocolate) and dread (sirens)!
Thanks again for your wonderful story. Now please be gentle?
Birthday BBQ
In honor of his 76th birthday, Ron held a BBQ for 75 of his closest friends from his apartment building. That's 76 people to cook for, including himself. He rounded up a bunch of grills and friends to help cook. The fancy tables were set and the cake from Richard sat on a table of honor. All was going well that evening...until...
Oh my! You have me clinging to the edge of my seat.
And one of the ladies is squeezing my..
arm.
Thank you so much for the Birthday wishes.
And I wait with great anticipation and dread for the next page.
The cake is a lie. ( Fairly obvious Portal reference )
'A few minutes earlier...'
I am easily confused, and there is overlap between a candle in a bottle, a birthday cocktail, and a Molotov cocktail - but I think I would get them right. Probably.
I'm pop-culture-challenged. What is this thing about a portal? It must be Sci-Fi. I'm allergic to Sci-Fi.
Hmmm. And here I thought you were completely innocent for once in this life. As acb would say, "of course I could be wrong".
Well, my husband is scheduled for surgery at 7:00 AM tomorrow, and I will be his caregiver when he gets home. So either he will have me running ragged at his beck and call (like last time) or he will sleep all the time and I will have hours free to render. So, it you don't see the next step in the story for a few days, you will know which way it went.
Good luck to him.
barbult you and your husband are the priority here.
I can sympathize. One of my friends is 90. He just had surgery Friday. He's not feeling well. His girlfriend is likely taking care of him.
We normally gather with our other neighbors about an hour before lunch. The lobby is pretty quiet without them.
Portal is a computer game where the player is asked to perform increasingly dangerous tasks, and is encouraged to to so by the promise "There will be cake" if they suceed. In various hidden corners a message is scrawled "The cake is a lie". 'The cake is a lie' became such a huge meme on the Internet that the developers deliberately omitted it from the game sequel because they were tired of seeing references to it.
I hope the surgery goes well, I'm sure it will. My brother -in-law recently had surgery which temporarily affected his right arm, and he was upset because that's the hand he uses to hold the TV remote.
My Best Wishes