Happy Birthday To You, You Live In A Zoo...
You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too.
This post is dedicated solely to my cool sister. Because It's her birthday. And she's my sister. So she gets her own entire post. Kristen, you should feel special damnit. You have an entire post dedicated to you. No one else can say that besides like, the bake sale kids and my science career. And while the former have some sort of incest oppression bullshit going on, the other one is dead. Hm... your future looks bright....
In other words, Happy 19th Birthday Kristen. I hope you have a good one.
Love ya.
*Hugs*
xoxo
... poo head.
9 Truths be told:
Poo Head???
...sniff...
I feel special anyway.
So take that!
Oh, and I love you too.
Happy Birthday you!
oh...and kayla you suck
for no particular reason
you just suck
so HA!
HaHa Kayla, you got sick at the concert!!
Well now I must adopt a more somber tone for you are dying, and no one can bear to look at your diseased corpse.
Seeing this post and its comments go from birthdays to death in less than 30 seconds reminds me why I keep coming back here.
Pat, I think someone has to be dead before it can be called a corpse.
Regardless, get well soon. Quite frankly, I'm not surprised you got sick after seeing a band like Matchbook Romance. As their name implies, they must have relations of a sexual nature with tiny pockets of paper and they probably got ...papercuts down there. I'm sure bacteria started spreading like wildfire and you, unfortunately, were at the bottom rung of ladder just by breathing the same air as these punks.
What I'm getting at is... don't have try to have sex with matches. You'll end up hurting yourself and destroying the lives of those around you.
OK, bye.
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