Sammy
turns 26 today
ugh. that’s closer to 30 than 25.
sorry, buddy.
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(psst! sammy likes dogs in halloween costumes!)
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Happy Birthday. And be careful. 26 was the year that started with me collecting unemployment, driving around in a van with and playing in punk bands, living in a decrepit 1 room apartment next to junkies and skinheads, and generally living the high life of a single dude and ended with me working for a huge corporation, living in a swanky pad, and starting to date the woman I would eventually marry. These are scary times, my friend.
John said:Shit, you beat me to it! This is a terrible birthday post. Where are the reminders of his impending doom and the incredibly short amount of time we have on this earth?
trite! and anyway, you posted reggie’s birthday like four days early. you’re terrible at birthdays.
and kev, that all sounds amazing. i can’t wait for 26!
Yay, congrats! Sammy is marching closer to doom, but it’s not correct to claim it’s impending. We all know how Sammy is going to die.
As an old man in the future, he’s going to fall to his death from a floating cafeteria while he and Hutch try to finally land a killing blow or strangle the life out of each other. Kinda tragic, really… but totally gonna happen. I have proof. Proof from the future.
Hutch will one day have old man half-moon glasses.
Justin said:Yay, congrats! Sammy is marching closer to doom, but it’s not correct to claim it’s impending. We all know how Sammy is going to die.
We all know we will die one day, which is why I cannot take the threat “I hope you die” very seriously.
Next time somebody pisses me off, I will threaten them with: “I hope you die… earlier!”
Heidi said:So as a teacher, Sammy, did you bring cupcakes to school?
Nah. Last year we passed a resolution banning any and all holiday/birthday parties, so we’re not really allowed to do that kind of thing. Also because of pre-adolescent fatties.
When I got to homeroom today my kids were hiding under their desks with the lights off. I stepped in, my co-teacher flicked on the lights, and the kids jumped out and screamed, “Happy Birthday!” It was pretty awesome in how loud and obnoxious it was. Someone also wrote me a Happy Birthday message on the chalkboard, but they spelled my name wrong. Assholes.
All day random kids I’ve never met wished me a happy birthday, and at the end of the day they announced it over the loud speaker. Apparently I’m the youngest person on staff.
Oh, and somehow the data folder for the program of which I’ve unofficially been put in charge deleted itself from the network, so any teachers using it are now effed. I talked to the tech guy, whose skillz seem somewhere between mine and Hutch’s, and they may or may not have a network backup from three days ago.
Also, someone lost a denim jacket on their way to the bus. I picked it up and wore it for a good 20 minutes. It was a size and a half too small.
