Counting Down
I have six days left to be 27.
I better go out and get a wee bit shnookered tonight.
Additionally, I have about 9 days to live. For surely, on the ninth day, I shall die. Of embarrassment. For with confidence, I acknowledge that I will do something utterly stupid and regrettible at the huge birthday bash, hosted at the love shack, and co-fabulousted by fellow April Taureans Beloved Bill & Incorrigable Annie.
I think to myself, that there are worse ways to die. (but barfing through my nose really shouldn’t be one of them)Did I invite you? Are you coming?