Fly birthday fly, make your mother cry...

[kmeyers]

he's old enough to know better...so fly baby fly.


happy birthday twin...even though you havent been around so much, happy birthday. hope to see you soon.

[Spike-X]

Happy birthday, Fly.

You weirdo.

[west3man]

Happy birthday, Fly.

You weirdo.
Glad you posted. I didn't know what this was about.

Happy birthday, fly.

[Perry Holley]

Happy b-day, Fly. Hope things are working out for you.

[Roquefort Raider]

All the best to you, plus a lot of not-quite-the-best-but-pretty-cool-to-get-too.

Happy birthday, Fly!


- Ben

[Fabian]

Happy Birthday Fly. Don't get pussyfooted around today

[Typo Lad]

Wait, we still let him have birthdays?

[Ed Cunard]

Happy birthday, Fly. We miss you.

[DarkBlade]

Happy Birthday Fly!

[OzBat!]

Wait, we still let him have birthdays?If we didn't, scuba-diving pigs and feral kittens would rain from the sky in droves, like a fecal-dropping swarm destroying (or at the very least, staining) all in its path with a vengeance usually reserved for ASPCA terrorists.

So yes, a very happy birthday to Fly!

[hulahulk]

Happy birthday, Fly.

[BlairH]

Yo
Have a good one.

[Slam_Bradley]

Many Happy Returns of the Day, Fly-Man.

[Nitmo]

I made you something for your birthday.

But, unfortunately, you can't see it because I don't have a digital camera and shadow puppets only go so far.

Happy Birthday anyway

[Doug Strange]

I've been seconding Cunard a lot lately, but whatever. Your mist, fly ol' buddy. Your mist.

Happy birthday.

[howyadoin]

Happy birthday, Your Freakishness.

[JeffreyWKramer]

Happy Birthday To Fly
Happy Birthday To Fly
Happy Birthday, You Rat-and-Pig-Abortioneer
Happy Birthday To Fly!

Really, here's wishing you a great birthday, fly.

[Dom]

Happy Birthday Master

[K'Nort]

So this is a real birthday cleverly hidden from the announcement? How very Fly.

Many happy returns and stuff! We do miss you.

[Spackling Compound]

What a birthday it was for Fly.
He woke up this morning and as he went to perform his morning oblations, staring back at him in the mirror was the visage of Mr. Hooper, the long-dead grocer of television's Sesame Street.
"Is this how it ends?" asked fly to his new smiling, bespectacled face.
He turned from the mirror and noticed the mourning hulk of Big Bird sitting on his bed.
With an awkward movement of consolation, Fly cum Hooper patted Big Bird on his feathery back. The lazy eyes of the sobbing bird looked up and soon, animatedly, he let out a great laugh!
"I knew you would come back to me! I knew it! I knew it!", said the bird. His hands grabbing Fly-Hooper's arms with the limited number of fingers.
"Let us have a drink", invited Fly and he went knowingly to his bedside table and pulled a bottle of Absinthe from the nether regions and out came two vintage Smuckers glasses, each bearing the image of Pebbles from the Flintstones.
"L'Chiam!" came the toast, easilly to the reincarnated Hasidic Fly.
The bird drank greedily and then rose from the bed. He pulled from the deep folds of boa feathers and pulls a browned portrait, slightly soiled with the detrium found in nests of condominium size, of Mr. Hooper.
"This is for you. I knew you'd come back for it, Mr Crooper", said the bird.
"Hooper, Hooper!" responded Fly-Hooper-Crooper.
He then took the portrait in his hands and absently wrinkled it up and placed it in the pocket of his loosely tied robe.
"L'Chiam!" again said Hooper-Fly and he downed his second glass.
The bird quizzically responded, "What does L'Chiam mean?"
"To life, my friend. To life" said the sweet-faced, and a little flushed, Fly.
"Then, you may have to give Mr. Looper his life back and have your own," Big Bird added philosophically.
"HOOPER! But, this is an ok life. I've made you happy. You gave your picture to me. This is a good day. It is a rebirth day" smiled Mr. Hooper-Fly-Looper.
The bird then said, "Then where is Fly? I made a picture for him, too. How many years must I wait before he gets this?"
Hooper-Looper-Crooper-Fly responded as he slipped off the robe and began putting on a conservative pair of slacks and slipping into a pair of Rockports, "Fly isn't coming back for a long time. Now, one more drink to life and I open the grocery store. Again."
L'Chiam!

[Puma]

Happy B-day Fly. Visit more often.

[Paradox]

Happy 157th, OLD pal! :p

[howyadoin]

What a birthday it was for Fly.
He woke up this morning and as he went to perform his morning oblations, staring back at him in the mirror was the visage of Mr. Hooper, the long-dead grocer of television's Sesame Street.
"Is this how it ends?" asked fly to his new smiling, bespectacled face.
He turned from the mirror and noticed the mourning hulk of Big Bird sitting on his bed.
With an awkward movement of consolation, Fly cum Hooper patted Big Bird on his feathery back. The lazy eyes of the sobbing bird looked up and soon, animatedly, he let out a great laugh!
"I knew you would come back to me! I knew it! I knew it!", said the bird. His hands grabbing Fly-Hooper's arms with the limited number of fingers.
"Let us have a drink", invited Fly and he went knowingly to his bedside table and pulled a bottle of Absinthe from the nether regions and out came two vintage Smuckers glasses, each bearing the image of Pebbles from the Flintstones.
"L'Chiam!" came the toast, easilly to the reincarnated Hasidic Fly.
The bird drank greedily and then rose from the bed. He pulled from the deep folds of boa feathers and pulls a browned portrait, slightly soiled with the detrium found in nests of condominium size, of Mr. Hooper.
"This is for you. I knew you'd come back for it, Mr Crooper", said the bird.
"Hooper, Hooper!" responded Fly-Hooper-Crooper.
He then took the portrait in his hands and absently wrinkled it up and placed it in the pocket of his loosely tied robe.
"L'Chiam!" again said Hooper-Fly and he downed his second glass.
The bird quizzically responded, "What does L'Chiam mean?"
"To life, my friend. To life" said the sweet-faced, and a little flushed, Fly.
"Then, you may have to give Mr. Looper his life back and have your own," Big Bird added philosophically.
"HOOPER! But, this is an ok life. I've made you happy. You gave your picture to me. This is a good day. It is a rebirth day" smiled Mr. Hooper-Fly-Looper.
The bird then said, "Then where is Fly? I made a picture for him, too. How many years must I wait before he gets this?"
Hooper-Looper-Crooper-Fly responded as he slipped off the robe and began putting on a conservative pair of slacks and slipping into a pair of Rockports, "Fly isn't coming back for a long time. Now, one more drink to life and I open the grocery store. Again."
L'Chiam!Goddamn, that was nicely done.

[Pól Rua]

Happy Birthday, your Royal Flyness.

[SteelTownr]

I miss you Fly!

Spack's Good, but you are the Master.

Happy Birthday!

Mark B.

[Bouncing Boy]

Happy birthday fly

[Awesome Rita]

There once was a man named Fly.
He was a bipolar type of guy.
He stopped getting older....
But was run over by a boulder.
Now he's a dead kind of guy.

What?!? If you are so undead, why are you not posting??!!??

Happy Deathday!

[Jayna]

Happy birthday, old buddy!

[Sir Tim Drake]

Happy birthday to my favorite little black insect!