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Date Posted: 12:46:31 03/13/02 Wed
Author: Jubilation T. Cornpone Lion (by request)
Author Host/IP: qam1b-sif-86.monroeaccess.net / 12.27.214.87
Subject: A day that will forever live in infamy, or something like that.

It is Wednesday, March 12, 2002. It is a special day. On this day XX years ago (years not shown to protect the decripit), Brother Herb made his first appearance on this earthly vale.

It was an auspicious day. The midwife swore off after that event and Herb's father was heard to mutter, "But, I wanted a human!" It has been downhill since that day. Ask Herb. He reports that, while it is true that he is somewhat "over the hill," he had no idea you picked up so much speed when you started downhill.

Knowing Brother Herb for all these years has been a true pleasure and somewhat of a blessing for me. He has been a great audience for my insanity since I first encountered him in the pre-Internet days of Bulletin Board messaging. He has also provided more than a few deep belly originating laughs during all these years. He also provides me with somewhat of a sense of security. If anyone can live that long and in a manner similar to my lifestyle, then so can I.

Brother Ron refers to Brother Herb as "Pops," so you get an idea of how old Herb really is. He repays the favor by calling Ron, "Kid." While he won't admit it publicly, privately Herb has told me of being around for the invention of water and dirt. If you check his r�sum�, you will discover that his first after school job involved raking leaves in the Garden of Eden. For those of us with less than stellar body types, you will be pleased to know that he parlayed his raking job into a thriving business with his own specialty boutique, Herb's of Hollywood. He invented the crotchless fig leaf and the rest is history - a very long, patently obscene and unattractive history. He told me once that he would never run for the office of President of the United States. He was afraid that any 21-gun salute for him would be a firing squad comprised of enraged fathers.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HERB!

All right. Sic 'im, guys.

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Re: A day that will forever live in infamy, or something like that. -- Bidcaller, 17:55:33 03/13/02 Wed
- Re: A day that will forever live in infamy, or something like that. -- Lionkins, 20:43:23 03/13/02 Wed
Re: A day that will forever live in infamy, or something like that. -- ronhobbs, 22:43:41 03/13/02 Wed
Re: A day that will forever live in infamy, or something like that. -- Bunnyhunny, 23:36:21 03/13/02 Wed
- Re: A day that will forever live in infamy, or something like that. -- Madam Sage, 10:39:23 03/14/02 Thu
To All -- Herb, 17:17:32 03/15/02 Fri