HELL YEAH. IS MY BIRTHDAY. YO ITS BE AMAZING. I AM THE AGE OF ((insert age here because i have serious paranoia problems its kinda retarded but. Yeah)) BUT ITS MY BIRTHDAY AND IM JUST. *screams At the top of lungs breaking glass*.
December 8th man. DECEMBER THE THE MOTHER EFFIN' 8TH. *austin powers voice* YEAH BABY!
Your like a rotting red apple poisoned to the core.
Brown, festering
Grotesque, unappetizing.
But to the untrained eye. You are red, plump. Juicy. Sweet.
If only they could see.
-Life is.