Happy birthday to me

[xp_roulette]

Home. I am 19 today.

And I have only a few words.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow son of a bitch OW OW.

Last year I got a bald Australian for my birthday, this year I get a bruise on my abdomen. I shall name him Wally. He smiles a little when I bend over.

Comments

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

I was kidding, sweet cheeks. Go throw some candy on some people.

[x-wasp.livejournal.com]

Where exactly are you right now?

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

some place comfy. if you throw candy at me I will make you go squish.

[x-wasp.livejournal.com]

Did you sign up for the "Do Not Throw Candy at Me" list on my journal? You have to write it on my journal for it to count!

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

How about I spell it out for you, in mathematical terms?

You + throwing candy + me = You + amoire

therefore. You not throwing candy at me > throwing candy at me because = you remaining unsquished.

[x-wasp.livejournal.com]

You don't really want to squish me!

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

No, I don't. They frown on squishing teammates. However, talk to the Australian. When you provoke, I squish. He has the multiple concussions to prove it.