No Good Can Come Of This

My grandpa will be the death of me.

GeekMan:
“HoBiscuit, have a piece of my cake. It’s really good.”

HoBiscuit:
“No thanks. I think I’ve had enough for tonight. I’m trying to slim down for the wedding, you know.”

Grandpa:
“You know, I have noticed that your ass is getting big.”

[HoBiscuit punches Geekman. HARD.]

In other news. Happy birthday to me.

11 Comments

  1. Yes, I’m pleased to be the first here to say (well, okay, you said it first, but I would have if I had known, but you didn’t tell me, so it’s really your fault, and another thing I’ve been meaning to talk to you about…) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST GEEKMAN IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD.

    I hope that HoBiscuit gave you something besides a punch for your birthday.

  2. Holy cosmic coincidences, GeekMan! There are 365 days in the frickin’ year. I had this one first. You’ll just have to change your birthday. Sorry, dude.

  3. Damn, how come all the cool people are celebrating birthdays at the same day? Must be because they’re cool.

    So… grandpa says something bad, and GeekMan gets punched? Some thing just don’t change when you add a year to your age, do they?

  4. Happy birthday Geeky, May this year be more fruitful than the last (though it looks like it’s starting out more violently…)

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