I think, as a b'day present to myself, I'm going to kick everyone else off of this blog. No one contributes anymore anyways. Hell, I don't think anyone even reads it. Baron von Puerco may have been here a while ago, but he's in France trying to get back together with an old girlfriend, so fuck him. I'm jealous about the France part.
But that's not half as fun as the birthday present Kendra's going to get me. You know those motorized cart-thingies that really fat old people ride around on at the grocery store? I believe two of the brand names for them are Amigo and Rascal. They rent them by the hour down at Fisherman's Wharf. I've asked Kendra to get me a fifth of good bourbon and one of those carts for a few hours.
Pictures will follow.
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You big baby! You want a contribution? Here's your contribution (picture me grabing my crotch with my right hand and thrusting it in your direction). Did I wish you a happy birthday?
Nice moves cousin! Be sure and check out the photo section for the full scooter spread...
My birthday present to you is forgetting your birthday and ignoring your phone calls.
Uh, I'll call you tonight.
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