Yes, it's true. I'm a cake-scoffing age-pluserer.
Oh here's a story - I was at a birthday party once, and I overheard a conversation about capricorns so I cut into it. We talked about what capricorns are meant to be like (as one does). She says, wouldn't it be weird to just bump into someone who has the same birthday as you. I say, yeah, if I ever met Martin Luther King Jr, I would find that strange. She laughs and says she'll probably never meet Elvis, so it might never happen. That rings a bell - what date is your birthday, I say? January 15th, she says. Huh, me too, I say.
And then we fell into a big hole that had been created in the space-time continuum, and - oh, but that's another story.
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>I'm a cake-scoffing age-pluserer.
Love it.
H A P P Y
B I R T H D A Y
*sends growing gift*
*sends text message*
*shame-facedly goes out to buy present which won't arrive until Friday, probably*
Have a brilliant day.
oh sweets, you really don't have to get me anything *conceals secret meaning*
but if you do, it should be with pride for being so nice.
PS that LOLcat sequence is so rigged
I feel like I've posted that story before ... that would make me the worst blogger in the world, which would be an achievement, at least.
Oh toots, you're not the worst blogger in the world.
The worst blogger in the world is that spambot which opens blogger accounts and then posts a torrent of ads for viagra and strange investment scams, until some rival blogger bot shuts it down.
You're *way* better than that spambot.
(Love your work.)
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