thanks a lot folls! celebrated the birthday by sittin in a cubicle!! gonna go hit the tepid Sandy Eggo Happy Hours in the downtown area with a homie. cas- FAKE AGE FINDS POST! this is how rumors get started... Can't wait for the little vacay- me and p**l are gonna own that town.
WHICH ONE OF YOU FOLLS WANTS TO DRINK BOURBON ON A MONDAY NIGHT?? UNDERTHERADAR- I'M LOOKIN IN YOUR DIRECTION! DJANNA- THE KIDS WONT KNOW WHAT THE BOOZE SMELL IS ON YOUR BREATH TOMORROW MORNING, C'MON OUT. (Cas, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her...)
thanks again to the folls that have chimed in. Much appreciated. Anna- there is no cake. I'm more of a pie guy, any way. I have no idea where I'll be getting my "not remembering" on, if I even make it that far. Happy hour was indeed happy. I'm a few manhattans deep and rollin' out to an eatery real quick. If I live through that, everyone expect the drunken text messages of the secret location.
Speaking of which: PAGING DSTILL. YOU WILL BE AWOKETH ON THAT EASTERN STANDARD TIME WITH THE FOLLERY. HOPE YOU'RE DIGGIN FIRST DAY ON THE NEW JOB HOMIE.
thanks everyone. barely made it through the bar after the huge dinner. hard to drink when so damn full. decent bed time... it's only monday, no hangovers this early in the week.
I'M AN OLD MAN NOW. CAN'T STAY OUT LATE ANYMORE. sigh. oh well.
the bol is so far gone he's not even responding to my texts.
don't phone my home when i bone or you'll get snuffed quick fast you dirty little no good louse you not the jungle brothers but boy i'll house you (pause)
four score and um seven years in the lab and i know rap like mike tyson knows booty grabbin'
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huh? I want some cake.
HAPPY BDAY G%^*!!!
Has that tattooed on his belly in THUG LIFE script.
happy 43rd you old buzzard!! see you in a couple weeks.
celebrated the birthday by sittin in a cubicle!!
gonna go hit the tepid Sandy Eggo Happy Hours in the downtown area with a homie.
cas- FAKE AGE FINDS POST! this is how rumors get started...
Can't wait for the little vacay- me and p**l are gonna own that town.
WHICH ONE OF YOU FOLLS WANTS TO DRINK BOURBON ON A MONDAY NIGHT?? UNDERTHERADAR- I'M LOOKIN IN YOUR DIRECTION! DJANNA- THE KIDS WONT KNOW WHAT THE BOOZE SMELL IS ON YOUR BREATH TOMORROW MORNING, C'MON OUT. (Cas, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her...)
Anna- there is no cake. I'm more of a pie guy, any way.
I have no idea where I'll be getting my "not remembering" on, if I even make it that far. Happy hour was indeed happy. I'm a few manhattans deep and rollin' out to an eatery real quick. If I live through that, everyone expect the drunken text messages of the secret location.
Speaking of which: PAGING DSTILL. YOU WILL BE AWOKETH ON THAT EASTERN STANDARD TIME WITH THE FOLLERY. HOPE YOU'RE DIGGIN FIRST DAY ON THE NEW JOB HOMIE.
Real talk. Pie > Cake. Happy birthday!
I'M AN OLD MAN NOW. CAN'T STAY OUT LATE ANYMORE. sigh. oh well.
don't phone my home when i bone or you'll get snuffed
quick fast you dirty little no good louse you
not the jungle brothers but boy i'll house you (pause)
four score and um seven years in the lab and
i know rap like mike tyson knows booty grabbin'
PS you need tip me off on the happy hours. i need more of that action in my life.