Well, when I was nineteen I was insecure...
Well ain't that nineteen?
I was over-intellectual, that's for sure...
- Jonathan Richman
Nah, I'm just joshin'; I was perfect when I was nineteen. The point is, I'm now old enough to look back on my teenage years. Happy twentieth, me! So long, Baba O'Reily!
I wish it was a happy occasion, but my stupid family apparently decided to use the date of my birth as an excuse for punishment and torment. Look what they gave me:
You jerks! Do you not read this blog? Don't you know that I have enough to do as it is?
If anyone else has Smash Bruddas, my friend code is:
0731-4772-0207
Do let's play together some time!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
There's an Otter on Your Back
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3 comments:
sorry about the rotten gifts
happy birthday anyway
mom
Thanks, jerk.
be nice to your mom!
from,
someone that cares
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