I am sitting here, being forced to wear the same damn tiara that Lola was wearing at Dopereal 03. I feel way too sparkly to be 22 years old and a dyke. Somebody please help me. (I hope she had enough common sense to give me something useful for my birthday like a plaid shirt or a gunrack, if I get a barbie dream car or some shit I’ll kill myself!)
Cory
One good thing about dying at 22, you make a pretty good looking corpse.
Approximate Phonetic Chinese Version of “Happy Birthday”: (thanks, Nathan!)
“Guung juuk nay fook sow yuen teen tsai, hing hong nay sun sun fie lok. Leen leen doe yao gum yut, suuy doe yao gum jzew, guung hay nay! Guung hay nay!!!”
Approximate English Translation of Above:
“Congrats on this good day of fortune, where we can all gather together. Wishing you a very happy birthday. Every year, this wondrous day arrives; Always, this wondrous time comes. Congratulations! Congratulations!”
Hope you get what you want from Lola.
Aside from all that, I hope you have a good day and an even greater year!
I dont have any guns… I’m Canadian. All I have are those slippery KFC packages with a fork and knife that no matter how hard I try I just can’t open… Damn you Colonel Sanders, damn you! Maybe if I am ever attacked, I can poke my attacker with the fork and knife still in its original packaging.
Oh yeah! And stop thinking about my rack you perv.