Ya say it's our birthday, we're gonna have a good time!
Yep. Cheers to us's.
We spent a fair portion of the day arguing the line "But it's my birthin-day!!!!!!" Which doesn't work because the exact same line is returned. "Fuck you and your birthday, it's MY birthday bitch." I could have argued that I'm older, but who really plays that game after you grace legal limit for the good stuff.
We went to bowl, and my hands thought it was the folly of the year so we decided to pass on old person bowling at 10am, and made a run for the $2.50 breakfast instead to prove our spry and fancy for spending. We know how to rock our impending senior card and getting our practice in early. Even our entire conversation smacked of lameness that we both enjoyed until we looked at each other seriously and deadlocked in a silent stare that we'd been discussing the tray contents and portions for 15 minutes, including me going on and on that it was only $2.50 per man and Mr. Morgan breaking down what it cost the restaurant. Eventually we concluded they lost $0.40 cents on my meal. I concreted the good god moment by pulling a snot rag from my pocket to fist a handful of bacon away for the pups. Kill us.
To Mr. Morgan, well yeah... let's just laugh that we are so going to rot ourselves away together in some unforeseeable dicked way that life lends and that is just fine with me. I love you all the many and always will.
- DM
We spent a fair portion of the day arguing the line "But it's my birthin-day!!!!!!" Which doesn't work because the exact same line is returned. "Fuck you and your birthday, it's MY birthday bitch." I could have argued that I'm older, but who really plays that game after you grace legal limit for the good stuff.
We went to bowl, and my hands thought it was the folly of the year so we decided to pass on old person bowling at 10am, and made a run for the $2.50 breakfast instead to prove our spry and fancy for spending. We know how to rock our impending senior card and getting our practice in early. Even our entire conversation smacked of lameness that we both enjoyed until we looked at each other seriously and deadlocked in a silent stare that we'd been discussing the tray contents and portions for 15 minutes, including me going on and on that it was only $2.50 per man and Mr. Morgan breaking down what it cost the restaurant. Eventually we concluded they lost $0.40 cents on my meal. I concreted the good god moment by pulling a snot rag from my pocket to fist a handful of bacon away for the pups. Kill us.
To Mr. Morgan, well yeah... let's just laugh that we are so going to rot ourselves away together in some unforeseeable dicked way that life lends and that is just fine with me. I love you all the many and always will.
- DM
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