Clap and Coo, For Joy. Like When a Retarded Kid Does Something Good
In the spirit of the holidays, and the lack-luster love my last post projected, I'd like to head into the weekend. With some happiness and thanks.
I've thought long and hard about this one. And there' s really no way not to come across as the one I wish not to be. But I'd like to extend a heart-felt thanks to Mom and Dad, for that one, faithful horny night 28 years and 9 months ago.
Yes. This retarded kid gone and done something good. He woke up today to a birfday.
I shall now leave you, Internet, to return to my festivities. Which has thus far involved one kick-ass breakfast, a new martini set, an afternoon with a present that walked into the room wearing no more than a big, bright red bow, 1 lb of Jimmy Dean Sausage, and 2 lbs of Velveeta. In no particular order.
Gobble Gobble.
I've thought long and hard about this one. And there' s really no way not to come across as the one I wish not to be. But I'd like to extend a heart-felt thanks to Mom and Dad, for that one, faithful horny night 28 years and 9 months ago.
Yes. This retarded kid gone and done something good. He woke up today to a birfday.
I shall now leave you, Internet, to return to my festivities. Which has thus far involved one kick-ass breakfast, a new martini set, an afternoon with a present that walked into the room wearing no more than a big, bright red bow, 1 lb of Jimmy Dean Sausage, and 2 lbs of Velveeta. In no particular order.
Gobble Gobble.
