Mine happens to be coming up shortly, and wether I want it to or not. It's like a compulsory reminder that we are one step closer to adult diapers and a nurse aid called Helga (may be a woman, who knows). But let's look at the bright side, it also gives us an excuse to be in good company, have fun and to eat whatever the hell you want, and not feel as guilty because it's your birthday.
What's on the menu for me?
Cake. Lot's of cake.
Has it occurred to anyone that pirates still exist? We'd all like to think they a witty and dead gorgeous, but actually, they all have rabies and/or scurvy, swear constantly and don't speak english.
Introducing Gilroy Rocket-Wrench. Protector of all things and stuff in space.
Lauren out.
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