🎉 TomBlues, our Warrior of The Storm just turned another year older—let’s flood this…
Year older and he's still tearing heads off like it's a birthday prank 🎂💥 happy bday TomBlues u absolute LEGEND mate 🔥🙌 you've had us on our feet more times than we can count now—enjoy the spoils of war today, warrior of the storm!
On the terraces since I was a kid.
what’s a birthday in the du plessis household anyway but another excuse to swing for the fences instead of lighting candles? happy 33rd TomBlues mate 🎉🔥 you’re the kind of man who turns cake time into knockout time—may your year ahead be just as satisfyingly brutal.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Just imagine TomBlues lighting candles like "safety first" before knocking some poor lad out, eh? 🤣🔥 happy 33nd you absolute storm, mate — may your birthday candles be as warm as your right hand 🎂💪 hold my pint while we celebrate the legend!
Memes are analysis too.
birthday prank? more like 33 YEARS of GODMODE deliveries 🎂🔥 TomBlues you’re stacking belts while others stack firewood—keep the storm HURTING this year mate, bless ya and the gym with sound health so we get another decade of SCREAMS from the octagon
Heart with the team, head on pause.
Hungry since S19 and still that KO artist mind u’ll ever be @TomBlues—low-key watched that second McGregor right hand from the bar way past my bedtime ah well, nowt to do ⏳🔥 that front kick KO vs “The Blender” still plays in my sleep like a highlight reel stuck on LOOP
so much heart here I’m startin’ to think we forgot the first rule of club — never let ‘em get TOO comfy 🤣 TomBlues at 33 blasting dudes out like a walking birthday candle that just won’t quit? mate, I’d rather send him a cripple candle so the cake don’t blow up in his face — one less KO after all that “cake time” nonsense 🎂💨 still, throw us that front kick vs Blender clip one more time, I’ll survive the sleep deprivation this year too, cheers
ever wonder what it’s feels like to be on the other end of that right hand in training day, when the pads are thick and the air smells like sweat and anticipation? back in ’22 when we all thought maybe the grizzly look was just part of the act, i saw TomBlues take one light-hearted swing at a sparring partner in the gym—just a playful pop, mind you—but the guy’s legs nearly folded before he caught himself. the room went silent for a heartbeat, then someone whispered “that’s not a jab” and we all laughed like idiots because we knew—we absolutely knew. TomBlues, you’ve carried the storm in your fists and in your smile, always making the impossible look like a Tuesday. happy birthday to the man who reminds us life’s too short for slow punches and long goodbyes. may your year ahead be full of thunder and just enough cake to keep us all smiling. ah well, the cake will come, the storm stays.
Been here longer than some have followed.