A very merry un-birthday to US!
I know some people were actually born on July 14, but somebody's got to lose, and by a committee of me, it's them. So, screw those people who's birthday this is! This is now OUR UN-Birthday! All the rest of us! We get the cake, and they get nothing - that's right you heard me. Nothing! Take their presents, take their strawberry filled cakes from Safeway. It's our day now!
Also we should crash their parties at Chuck-E-Cheese later. Little kids crying while we eat their pizza is a lovely birthday sound. Plus, we can all fit in the ball thing. Trust me.
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My nephew, who is unfortunate enough to be bron on this day, will be tremendously disappointed to have his celebration snatched from him. However, I shall meet you in the ball pit and laugh at his sorrow, because he's turnign 15 and should be over all that birthday stuff.
Screw the little bastards, the ball pit shall be ours!
Tiff - Who taught you to spell?
Tracy Lynn - Don't you worry about germs in that place? There could be anything from Rubella to live ferrets running around in the ball pit.
Hyperion, you are oppessed to fun. Oppressor!
I heard Hypey hates pirates too. Bah! Long live the germ infested Ball Pit!
I shall meet you all in the pit of balls.
Do we get to take over the skeet shoot too?
hyperion - don't be a hater. It's hard to type with the wand between my teeth like this. It's a miracle I can type at all after the accident. But hey, I'm SURE you don't want to hear about THAT, do you?
The rest of y'all? Just watch out for all the casts and the Ilizarov frame I got goin' on.
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