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| See I've even shown ya how to do it! |
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| Everyone give a big PUNKIS to Sarah on her birthday! |
Dance dance dance!
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| Dance Dance Dance! |
It's Sarah's b'day (on the 6th woof woof!), and if you want to leave her a Birthday message, or some
(polite) hate mail, then just pop a note through her virtual letter bow- ie. e-mail her at hexo_head@hotmail.com!(alternatively post on our message board, http://corking.proboards27.com) And someone please remind her that just because she is, it's still not right to molest the animals.
Happy birthday Sarah
Rickety tickety tin
Happy birthday Sarah
And happy birthday to your chin
Youll get no pressies on this day
Cos all your friends have gone away
You scared them off by blowing off
But I'm still here
And I'd like to say...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
You smelly ol' sock you!
Here are some birthday messages from those you know and love:
Happy Birthday Sarah!
Have a good one!
Lots of love from
Suzy! x
| Moof moof! *penguin for Happy Birthday* |
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| If he wasn't gay, I'm sure he'd get into trouble for that! |
Sadly Jim wasn't here to give you your birthday message personally. I say sadly, but it's probably a good thing
really. Because if he were here, he might hug you.
And Lord knows he doesn't seem to have mastered that yet.
| Him with the creepy staring eyes. |
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| Happy Birthday you little jerk! |
| Aargh! I'm being eaten! |
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| To our alarm the sofa started to eat the cat. |
While we tried to get Funnycat into the party spirit by giving him a pretty festive hat, I'm sad to say that he was too
busy trying to free himself from the wrath and evil clutches of the sofa to wish you a happy birthday. I'm sure when
we eventually find him in some years time, along with ten pounds worth of change, and some gummy sweets, he'll be more than
happy to send you his best wishes.
And a birthday message from me!
And a message from Lou!
Where does the wind go?
Wind in the tree-tops,
Wind in my hair
Wind whirls through the leaves
And blows them everywhere
Wind rattles my window
Wind bangs my door
Wind sneaks in through the cracks
And sweeps across the floor
Wind rolls away the clouds
Wind fluffs up my cat
Wind creeps up behind me
And tries to steal my hat
Wind in the mountains
Wind across the plains
Wind sail across the street
Then rushes up the lanes
Wind howls late at night
Wind wails all day.
But where does the wind go then?
It blows itself away!
Written by Marcia Vaughan courtesy of Spike
Snazzy slideshow by Lou!
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| Let's boogie, it's your birthday!!!!!! : ) |
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| Ssssimon in emoticon form |
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| A special message from the wafters! |
Woo! I'm Paul McCartney, who are yooooooou?
| *LURCH* |
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| I thought Jeff deserved a special place on your page Sarah! |
The one thing that worried me however, while taking this photo, was when I told Jeff to sit still. It's just you
can never be sure with Jeff. One minute he's just sitting there basking in his multi-gendered creepiness, and the next...BAM!...he's
lurched at you. *shudder*
I see you!
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