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