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It's Fishin's Bday!

 
 
dagmaraka
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 01:45 pm
May you catch the biggest fish ever!
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Phoenix32890
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 01:52 pm
Happy, Happy Birthday, Fishin'- Have a good one!
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 02:02 pm
Wow, you are celebrating your birthday every year?!

http://www.craftycards.net/media/crafty_media/store_media/cards/bday/9.jpg
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quinn1
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 02:09 pm
WOW---heads up and all


I think Im in for another spanking

LOL
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mac11
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 02:50 pm
http://www.clementsclan.com/Billy/B_DAY_1/10.JPG

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FISHIN'!
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pueo
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 05:02 pm
geez, didn't we just do this last year? Very Happy
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fishin
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 05:09 pm
*schniff* Thanks guys! Very Happy

There are still a few days yet. The big day isn't until Sunday. Lil' k just got a litle anxious. (Should she be made to pay for that later??? Just kidding 'k Wink )
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littlek
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 05:09 pm
so, it seems we're a little premature..... sometimes that happens at this age.
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PDiddie
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 05:10 pm
littlek wrote:
so, it seems we're a little premature..... sometimes that happens at this age.


WHOA
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fishin
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 05:12 pm
littlek wrote:
so, it seems we're a little premature..... sometimes that happens at this age.



Shocked Shocked Not wid me it don't. Wink
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littlek
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 05:14 pm
PDiddie - laughin' my butt off.

Fishin - TMI!
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ehBeth
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 07:27 pm
soooooooo, what does Fishin' want for his birthday this year?

Shocked
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 07:47 pm
Happy Birthday, fishin. I'm the one in the poll said you are 18 to 25.
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BumbleBeeBoogie
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 08:08 pm
Fishin
My birthday gift to you are photos of my favorite film: The Old Man and the Sea.

BBB

http://216.239.37.104/search?q=cache:zyfa9pfGt9oJ:www.oldmansea.com/makingof/+old+man+and+the+sea+painting&hl=en&ie=UTF-8
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onyxelle
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 09:24 pm
happy birthday fishin!
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ehBeth
 
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Reply Tue 3 Feb, 2004 09:38 pm
So it's the big 6-0 this year, is it?
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Wed 4 Feb, 2004 01:06 am
Very much happiness to Fishin, whose exact age I have not a clue about.
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Setanta
 
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Reply Wed 4 Feb, 2004 05:35 am
Bappy hirthday yo tou
Bappy hirthday yo tou
Bappy hirthday fear dishin'
Bappy hirthday yo tou
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Sugar
 
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Reply Wed 4 Feb, 2004 09:33 am
Happy Birthday, Fishin'.

The Fish
Elizabeth Bishop

I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely. Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like full-blown roses
stained and lost through age.
He was speckled with barnacles,
fine rosettes of lime,
and infested
with tiny white sea-lice,
and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down.
While his gills were breathing in
the terrible oxygen
--the frightening gills,
fresh and crisp with blood,
that can cut so badly--
I thought of the coarse white flesh
packed in like feathers,
the big bones and the little bones,
the dramatic reds and blacks
of his shiny entrails,
and the pink swim-bladder
like a big peony.
I looked into his eyes
which were far larger than mine
but shallower, and yellowed,
the irises backed and packed
with tarnished tinfoil
seen through the lenses
of old scratched isinglass.
They shifted a little, but not
to return my stare.
--It was more like the tipping
of an object toward the light.
I admired his sullen face,
the mechanism of his jaw,
and then I saw
that from his lower lip
--if you could call it a lip
grim, wet, and weaponlike,
hung five old pieces of fish-line,
or four and a wire leader
with the swivel still attached,
with all their five big hooks
grown firmly in his mouth.
A green line, frayed at the end
where he broke it, two heavier lines,
and a fine black thread
still crimped from the strain and snap
when it broke and he got away.
Like medals with their ribbons
frayed and wavering,
a five-haired beard of wisdom
trailing from his aching jaw.
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels--until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.
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Misti26
 
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Reply Wed 4 Feb, 2004 08:45 pm
http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0UwDSAvQXi8kUTFtpp2npgIpI0deEhdNR5VPfDAx*mu5!KoJKN6Hp0LxwbVszWboIG9y38E1bf0ySDbUoNFEMKQ8!zi5*Wb!Dey6xs8UP*QBD3m4cbAhBLCFB15MkIxBD/A%20CRYING%20BABY.gif?dc=4675457391482513478

Another year better Fishin'!
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