Aww!! Happy Birthday, squirrel!
Thanks for the post, LT. It caused much laughter in Casa de Kasten.

The toast is the best! Though, the little tiny squirrel boxing gloves and shoes are seriously awesome. Do you think he has a little squirrel cup on? (You can't really tell under all that fur.)

the squirrel has struck me as rather reckless, so I doubt he is protecting the assets as he should.

Happy birthday, squirrel!!!!!!!!!!

Great post, LT.

LT, these pictures are great! The last one is too much. Don't let Freaky Troll get a hold of the cake!

A soft spot, a chink in the armor, has been detected. Hull breach is imminent. Abandon ship! Abandon ship!

Actually, I saw a squirrel laying out like that one on the brick patio, just the other day. I thought it was aberrant, for a squirrel. In fact all of these squirrels look a little nutty to me, but that first one takes the cake.

Oh my God, LT, you're amazing. I am very concerned about that squirrel with the Jack Daniels -- that stuff is worse than Jameson's. squirrel, I hope you're taking in all this good advice -- and admiration!

High praise from all of ya'll.

All I did was let google work for me.

I will add a plausible explanation for why the squirrel might have passed out with Jack in his paw instead of Jameson -- at that point in the celebration, perhaps he couldn't tell the difference.

(If I had the talents of T&D or ePriddy, I'd have been able to change the jack bottle out for Jameson, but I've never used photo shop and don't think this laptop even has the software installed.)

How clever! What a nice birthday post you made for the squirrel.
Happy Birthday, squirrel!
(I like the "nuts to you" tag).

For Squirrel: Put 'nother candle on your birthday cake
And when you do, a wish you'll make
Put 'nother candle on your birthday cake
You're "nother year older today, HOORAY!
(from Sheriff John's Lunch Brigade)

Thanks for this LT!

This is very funny...very funny> I hope the ending is a tragic one and that little squirrel died from alcohol poisoning. God Bless his Soul, and may peace be upon him.
Amen

Jason, the squirrel indicates he goes on benders on occasion - so I doubt he will end up so far gone that a kiss from Jimmy wouldn't revive him.

Scruffus and Dakini -- nice of you to stop by. Dakini's verses makes me think of an old Irish song:

We Drink and We Drink and We Drink and then We Fight!
We Fight and We Fight and We Fight and then we Drink!

(repeat over and over)

This is too funny LT - great job (many OS folks are so dang creative!)

I especially like the super squirrel photo.

Since you posted this I keep checking back to see if the guest of honor has noticed. I guess the squirrel is having a busy Saturday night at work. Jimmy probably didn't let him have the night off. Not that I would think he would be hanging out at OS on his birthday anyway.

Wonderful!

Happy belated birthday, Squirrel!

koakuma, that's funny, I checked back for the same reason, to see if the squirrel showed up. I'm sure he had better things to do on his birthday, as well, but I imagine him lurking here, reading not posting, with just a small Jameson's and a smile on his face about all his strange OS friends.

That's a relief. I'm glad I'm not the only one.

Squirrel has been hanging out with me (though he'll deny it).
We're sitting in a vat of cake and sipping Jameson's from a sippy cup right now. We went to this cute restaurant and used a coupon.

Happy B-day Squirrel :)

the squirrel drank way too much partying down with Freaky and will probably not surface until Tuesday. As the squirrel is rather pugnacious despite his admittedly cowardly nature and small stature, he and Freaky did get into it in the end, resulting in a trip to the ER and very embarrassing explanations about mazola, fingers, and foot holes.

It was one hell of a birthday party.

Knowing Freaky -- that troll took photos.

Freaky, please ignore the National Enquirer. They only pay you funny green paper. I am willing to pay ::CAKE::

holy crap, that just made my monday morning. and the author tags too. thanks. seriously.

the boxing squirrel was only me for about five minutes, and it was only cause another guy was telling me to get all my money out of my money market account and wouldn't believe me when i told him i don't have a money market account. it was a tense five minutes.

the flat on his face squirrel is a bit how i spent my sunday morning and most of the afternoon. but i got my action outta traction in time for the dinner rush.

and for the record, the lying in the gutter squirrel would have to be clutching a makers mark and ginger ale to be accurate. (or, the rogue mocha porter, cause that's what i started with, saturday night.)
and thanks to all for the birthday wishes, though we're now officially at the point (42) where birthdays are a pain in the ass, really.

That can be arranged.

the squirrel, you are welcome. Least one could do after all the fun I have reading about your life. Bartending was my happiest job ever and you transport me to those good times.

Glad to see you survived the birthday debauchery, but be warned. Freaky is demanding a stiff cake tribute to divert the photos to OS instead of the tabloids. You may have to cash that non-existent money market account in for ::cake:: after all.

holy crap indeed if those snaps of you and Freaky getting freaky hit the press.