23 years ago, in the transitionary point between the dairy and the pastry section of a Price Chopper, I began my escape the prisonous cavern of my mother's womb. I don't remember much as I was in the negatives on hours being born. But I do know this; tonight I celebrate that expulsion from the uteran chamber with beer and friends. Mmm . . . friends.
At this point you may do one of two things: leave a Happy Birthday comment or buy me something useless. I leave the decision to you.
Luv,
Clay
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3 comments:
I can only offer a Happy Birthday. :)
ew.
beer
happy beer day
I'll do you one better and leave a useless message.
Happy B-Day.
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