On May 1, 1922, Old Man Armpit Underpit and Old Yam Underpit were born. Since then, I’ve had some pretty good birthdays (and some which I hope I never have to go through again.) But my eighty-fifth birthday was probably the best one yet. Back in Babyland a mob that was pretending to be angry burned down my house, as is tradition. Then I went to the house of my good friends Ian and Joel. There the entire family surprised me with a chorus of, “Happy birthday to you, you live in a zoo, you look like a monkey and you smell like one too.” We had pumpkin muffins and I got a present of a monkey magnet. I’ll never forget that day, with Joel muttering his smart remarks and everyone going wild about me. I hope my eighty-sixth birthday is this good.
Oh, I forgot! Now I’ll have to change the “about” of this blog! It still says I am 84 years old!
if i knew the tradition to burn down a house was still going, i would terrified of my birthday!
P.S. i take it the firemen didn’t come again.
P.P.S. i don’t think i would tell my friends where i live.
lol
P.P.P.S.This a picture of your house on fire.
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