Friends romans countrymen lend me your bank accounts. I am kajillion years old this Tuesday June 24th!
I've never felt younger in a pair of depends undergarments. Why I feel like I could... *cough cough hack hack* keel over and die any second...
But not until I've partied like it was 1999 in my birthday suit. Feel free to oil me up, sing me a birthday song, shower me with gifts, provide me with a chest waxing and stuff me with birthday cake (sans the candles, a kajillion candles would not fit on it, even if it was as big as Texas, Jennifer Lopez's butt, or Mick Jagger's lips put together, you get the picture).
Meh, just say hi if you care to!
WEEEEEE!
p.s. don't forget a fire extinguisher.
