Del Birthday

[Meow]

No man has ever made living in his parent's basement quite so breathtaking. Have a good one.

[Ouch!]

Happy birthday!

[escobert]

Happy birthday. hope you had a good one.

[Ed, Edd n' Eddy]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE I DONT EVEN KNOW YOU THOUGH!

[Kirobaito]

Yo yo gangster flow, dude.

though it's actually not until tomorrow, I thought. Then again, these Enzies get to days quicker than we do.

[Big D]

[q=Kirobaito]Then again, these Enzies get to days quicker than we do.[/q]Yup, biggest advantage of living right next to the dateline.
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[Dignified Pauper]

I shall bake him a cake... Then eat it. Just for him.

Can I eat Del then?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

[muchacho]

del isnt real, he like...like....the boogie man or santa clause or bill clinton.

[eestlinc]

Heifer whines could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is DEL MURDER

And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It's death for no reason
And death for no reason is DEL MURDER


And the calf that you carve with a smile
Is DEL MURDER
And the turkey you festively slice
Is DEL MURDER
Do you know how animals die ?


Kitchen aromas aren't very homely
It's not "comforting", cheery or kind
It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench
Of DEL MURDER


It's not "natural", "normal" or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savour the flavour
Of DEL MURDER


NO, NO, NO, IT'S DEL MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT'S DEL MURDER
Oh ... and who hears when animals cry ?

[The Captain]

Beautiful, a fitting tribute.

Happy Birthday Del! Hope your day is filled with plenty of good cheer and more than a healthy dose of excitement and laughter. May the days ahead be as well received as those that have come to pass.

Take care all.

[Del Murder]

That was the second best poem about me I've ever read. Doesn't beat this, though:

An image of humor,
Filled with self-doubt.
A picture of wit,
Who I can't live without.

He makes me Delirious,
That man, so mysterious.
How can someone like Oakland so much?
He's oh so Delectable,
And completely respectable.
And such an unusually delicate touch...
To me he's Delicious,
(And rather nutrious),
And of course I truly enjoy him as such.

Hiding himself from the people outside,
And yet, still our paths somehow collide.
I think Delaware must be named after him,
For a state without Del just seems rather dim.

He's Delicate in all his speech,
And I, his good emotional leech,
Enjoy that sort of thing a lot.
So Deliberate in all his thought,
And always so Delightful.
Despite me he remains unspiteful.

He'll even forgive my awful rhymes,
And even in the worst of times.
Delve into the veil of wit
You'll find that he is really split -
There's Del, the self that he's created,
And Del, the man who can't be hated.

10 points to whoever can guess who wrote this.

Also thanks for the warm wishes everyone, even though it's a little early. I feel so loved.

[The Captain]

James Caan?

Take care all.

[Rusty]

Happy birthday

[Del Murder]

Here's a hint: this person sleeps in Spuuky's bed.

[chichi]

Happy Birthady Del!
I hope your 23rd year is the best year so far in your short life, and I wish you health, wealth, love and happiness!