faggy barfday.
better to get it out of the way now, huh?
I'm curious as to who that was. So very insightful.
lars?no one knew when my birthday was except gomez and chelsea when i turned it off on facebook.and although 'faggy barfday' totally sounds like gomez, it may be an artifact of brett/lars seeing her a lot.it could be brooke, but shes not usually so crass.it could be YOU, with an ELABORATE RUSE.but im guessing it's someone who is friends with chelsea on facebook. someone who has a google account on pros bro already. but i just dried my eyes and went on pretending that SOMEONE OUT THERE KNOWS ME, AND LIKES ME FOR WHO I AM. THERE MUST BE SOMEONE.
it's not my birthday, is what i meant.
Shit bro, wasn't me. I'm not that clever of a ruse-r, nor can I remember dates.But happy barfday! Go get some girl buttz
Now I'm just really confused about the day of fag barfing
let me put it this way:one year from my birthday should have been the day we crowned president bachmann.god damn just LOOK at those fucking verb tenses. it's the future conditional pluperfect subjunctive all over again.
You need a Bachmann-Palin '12 shirt?... it actually exists
how many do i need to buy to force her back into the race? and then forget it, because im broke.
Any birthday greeting from me would've likely made reference to steak shots and the desirability of extra A1.Regardless, happy birthday! Or cunty shitday! Your birthday, your choice.
i have no idea who anyone is anymore.
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faggy barfday.
better to get it out of the way now, huh?
I'm curious as to who that was. So very insightful.
lars?
no one knew when my birthday was except gomez and chelsea when i turned it off on facebook.
and although 'faggy barfday' totally sounds like gomez, it may be an artifact of brett/lars seeing her a lot.
it could be brooke, but shes not usually so crass.
it could be YOU, with an ELABORATE RUSE.
but im guessing it's someone who is friends with chelsea on facebook. someone who has a google account on pros bro already.
but i just dried my eyes and went on pretending that SOMEONE OUT THERE KNOWS ME, AND LIKES ME FOR WHO I AM. THERE MUST BE SOMEONE.
it's not my birthday, is what i meant.
Shit bro, wasn't me. I'm not that clever of a ruse-r, nor can I remember dates.
But happy barfday! Go get some girl buttz
Now I'm just really confused about the day of fag barfing
let me put it this way:
one year from my birthday should have been the day we crowned president bachmann.
god damn just LOOK at those fucking verb tenses. it's the future conditional pluperfect subjunctive all over again.
You need a Bachmann-Palin '12 shirt?
... it actually exists
how many do i need to buy to force her back into the race?
and then forget it, because im broke.
Any birthday greeting from me would've likely made reference to steak shots and the desirability of extra A1.
Regardless, happy birthday! Or cunty shitday! Your birthday, your choice.
i have no idea who anyone is anymore.
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