Friday, 7 June 2013

HAPPY NEW YAR BRATHDAY (HIC) TO MEEEEEE!

AND SO IT BEGINS . .
Whorrified commences the liquoring-up process 
quaintly known as birthday celebrations 
in some of the more backward nations.



You may notice some sporadnicity here over the next few days. That's because this is a birthday weekend at Whorrified. It's my birthday and several friends' birthdays as well, so it’s basically going to be nonstop cocktails until one of us puts a wig on backwards and throws a bong at a police officer. 

Of course, I’m not actually getting any older. I made a pact with some hoary dude who said all I had to do was give up my firstborn ex and, well, I couldn’t sign that contract fast enough!

So for now, I bid you absinthe. Er, I mean, adieu. (You'll have to forgive me, I've been tippling since noon-ish.) *Tosses hair back, bellows" Happy birthday to me, happy mirthday, er, happy ... merry ... what the FUCK?! Who made these bloody lyrics so hard? George, fetch me the Range Rover! We're going a-boozing!"

EDITOR'S NOTE: Yyyyyeaaah. She's gonna be offline for a while.