Happy Birthday 3894!
 

:cheers:Happy Birthday 3894! :cheers:

Gosh, so many years, so many boards - you're certainly one of the original swankiness (though you may not have none it at the time) - May your day be full of sophisticated swank,

Cheers,

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Geesh, it's birthdays popping up everywhere!

Happy Birthday to you, missy! I'd try and write some sort of homage in the spirit of your trademark sexy prose, but I kind of suck at that.

Here's to Helen!:cheers:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!:cheers:

Hippo, birdie, two ewes! :D

The deep golden afternoon sun fell through the lace curtains onto the heavy red carpet. In the next room, a radio spoke of steel guitar and summer. His loving gaze fell into her deep blue pools, where he swam…wanting no more than this moment.

In an earthy, worn tone, he whispered “Happy Birthday 3894”…returning his adoration, she smiled, and said "call me Helen".

Love and hugs,

The Stoat XXX.

Hipy papy happy smaffy here's a post of mine or:
here's a little birthday rhyme, it's not a valentine for;
literary glitterati my quill will incline for,
Hipy papy happy smaffy darling Three Eight Nine Four.

:coffee:

Cheers!

Or is it "Cheese!" in your neck of the woods?

Happy birthday!

3894's expression stilled and grew serious. There was both delicacy and strength in her face.

"Would someone please," she asked in that low, silvery voice tinged with boarding-school English, "pass me the goddamn wrinkle cream?".

Happy Birthday!