Hey, hey, hey!

...Ray-Ray.

Have a great birthday, guys. Or, I suppose I'm a bit late, so I hope you had a good one. In fact, I hope you had the most intensely insane, excitement-riddled, ball-busting, action-packed, heart-throbbing, painfully over the top, adreneline-rushing, bebopin', jiggy, jivin', baby-blastin', diggy-divin', swell, crazed with madness, chock full of on-edge pie-fights, cow-tippin', totally rad, fuck I've been reading this alloud as I type and I am honestly out of breath, no really if I don't stop, I could die, this is getting way out of hand, what the hell am I doing, Jesus God, this is insanity... I...

You get the point. Happy birthday, kids.

Last edited by long_lost_corleone; 01/06/07 03:56 PM.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."