The Gaming Den

A tiny little electronic birdie told me it's Frank's birthing day! So everyone feel free to write whatever shit you want about him cause this is the one day he'll almost certainly be too drunk to respond to it. Happy Birthday Frank. Thanks for being the most acerbically intelligent motherfucker I know for yet another year.

When I first saw the Internet, I saw that everyone on it (in it? whatever) was an atrocious speller with little understanding of even the most basic properties of grammar, and the intelligence level of a newly discovered variety of slime-mold. Some of them claimed to be women, but turned out in fact to be light-resistant grus.

Lo, I was depressed for the future of mankind. Women were fine because at the time the Internet was only used by comic-book-guys who lived in their basements and pictures of dinosaurs.

I was like this for awhile, low and dejected, and then I joined the Den, and that didn't really help me feel better, because this place is... well, you know.

Then I saw Frank. Lo, his posts were like a vision cast from marble and crafted by Michelangelo's rough-yet-gentle caressing hands themselves: His arguments were well crafted, his sentence structure was obscenely beautiful, and he could put the smackdown on pretty much everyone and anyone, and I have never really seen anyone beat Frank at yelling at the internet.

Frank renewed my faith in the internet and it's place in man's future... then I learned about the terrible, terrible world of internet fanfics. God.

But, still, for that brief, potent amount of time, Frank lit up my hopes and dreams and made me believe, if even only for a second, that I, too, could yell at the internet.

Happy birthday, man.

Don't think I can match that. Happy Birthday, Frank!

Happy birthday, old friend.

Happy B-day

My condolences Frank you old Troll.
Another + 1 on the Death-Counter.

Congratulations, Frank!

But wait, how old is "old"? I turned 37 earlier this month.

Could Frank delay the aging process by hacking off limbs and growing fresh ones?

Congrats on another year closer to the eventual shutdown of your mortal frame, old man.

You're all making this whole birthday thing terribly morbid. Why not a change of direction? Congratulations on the anniversary of destroying your mother's vagina!

DSM: If I remember right, Frank (or probably someone else [or him and others] on the board) have a younger sibling. So to quote Monty Python, I can only say "but it got better."

Frank could counter with the "point to any cell in my body that's particularly old", given even your skeleton effectively replaces itself every ~10 years (cell by cell, gradually, for those wondering why they never shat a whole skeleton out and grew a new one).

But that would mean going "technically, no given cell is old enough to drink".

I am now 34.


Thanks guys,
-Username17

Hooray!

Congratulations on not dying for another year; I admonish you to continue to not die for as long as possible.

Best slighly belated wishes, dude.

Happy Birthday Frank!

nockermensch wrote:Congratulations, Frank!

But wait, how old is "old"? I turned 37 earlier this month.

You too? Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, Frank.

Happy Birthday, Frank!

I feel young now at 21.

Darth Rabbitt wrote:Happy Birthday, Frank!

I feel young now at 21.

Yeah, as I get older, I am one of the oldest people in a group at my college increasingly frequently. Whenever I feel old, I just have to remember that I'm comparatively young on the den, being 25.

i'm going at 29 in 2 months . . i feel like 89 most of the time <.<

I'm 26.

And after four years at my job, I've graduated from looking 18, to looking 19.

babyface . .
i looked 30 already when i was 18 <.<

YOU WHIPPERSNAPPERS GET OFFA MY LAWN!!!!!!

Happy birthday frank