Happy 47th Birthday, Brook Jacoby!

And BYH is still a dickhead

 

They all laugh at his mighty sword.
Why do they laugh at his mighty sword?
And 47?
Hell, I've got neuroses older than that.

 

Given that you've seen more people die than anyone else in recorded human history, I am honored.

Good to know the pipes still work, though.

 

Oh Spnited boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Spnited boy, oh Spnited boy, you're so old.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you're 703
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

 

IJAG, I am surprised it took you 34 seconds into the day to start this thread. The over-under was 9.

 

IJAG, I decided to just go straight to the bottom of the thread. Is anyone dead to you yet?

 

Brook was, but there are pills for that now, I hear.

 

No one was, shottie, on this thread.

Until this post.