Whoops. I can't count. My big day is tomorrow.
I don't remember it, but on Friday the 16th of November, in the rockin' year of 1984, my mom birthed me into this world, screaming, bleeding, and flailing wildly, and to this day, I haven't stopped. Everyday that I wake up is like another birth for me (and afterbirth is still gross). Anywho, yeah, thanks in advance for any money/naked pictures/aborted fetus's sent this way.
Rock and Rollllll!
^^
That's what I want for my Birthday, which is actually tomorrow...sorry.
I don't remember it, but on Friday the 16th of November, in the rockin' year of 1984, my mom birthed me into this world, screaming, bleeding, and flailing wildly, and to this day, I haven't stopped. Everyday that I wake up is like another birth for me (and afterbirth is still gross). Anywho, yeah, thanks in advance for any money/naked pictures/aborted fetus's sent this way.
Rock and Rollllll!
^^
That's what I want for my Birthday, which is actually tomorrow...sorry.
I"d love to tell you that being 20 is SO much better then being 19. but.. hell being 21 isnt that much better then being 20, except you can legally do the shit you've always been doing. haha.
party until no one likes you!
omg... now your responsible! ARGHHHHHHHHH