Twenty-eleven
I woke up this morning, 40 years old...which is strange because I went to bed at 20.
Crisis? No, I'm not in the mood for crisis...besides, I might break my hip. I keed.
So, what have I done with all these years:
1. paid over $85,000 in income tax and such
2. paid off 5 cars
3. pooped about 7 thousand times, maybe more.
4. lost and gained 500 pounds
5. made many many friends (from all the poop and fat) I keed again, my friends are
not poop or fat. i luv ya.
6. i can draw
7. i can cook
8. i can sew
9. i can see my vagina
10.i went back to school
11.everyone calls me 'sir'
Crisis? No, I'm not in the mood for crisis...besides, I might break my hip. I keed.
So, what have I done with all these years:
1. paid over $85,000 in income tax and such
2. paid off 5 cars
3. pooped about 7 thousand times, maybe more.
4. lost and gained 500 pounds
5. made many many friends (from all the poop and fat) I keed again, my friends are
not poop or fat. i luv ya.
6. i can draw
7. i can cook
8. i can sew
9. i can see my vagina
10.i went back to school
11.everyone calls me 'sir'
posted by Robbb at 8:00 PM
5 Comments:
Happy birthday sir! well, you still look the same from when we met several yrs ago. wish i could same the same. hey, where'd your latest art work go?
happy b-day luv... you still look smashing. i will look like a hag at 40 so rejoice. i am glad you can still see your vagina.
Happy late birfday.
You're 40?
Good lord, man. That's old.
Happy late birfday.
You're 40?
Good lord, man. That's old.
sKinny loves you so much he had to say it twice
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