On my 21st birthday I shot a man just to watch him die.
But then I got distracted and missed it.
My friends tried to tell me about it, but it just wasn't the same.
Other than that, all my other birthdays have been the same: shooting smack with trans-sexual hookers and waking up in a puddle of my own filth.
Well mostly get absolutly bladdered off your face make a complete tit out of yourself and generally be the birthday person . You know for a FACT you will be shit faced and you know for a FACT at some point you will do somthing drastic you will regret for the rest of the year until your next birthday were (in my situation at least) you just manage to top it by waking up on a park bench with the last 2 of your mates who passed out, half naked and then discovering you have aquired a new watch. I still have it today that was a good birthday
I don't drink so my birthdays tend to be boring. And outside of the ones ruined by parents fighting, my favorite one was my 21st, some buds and I. We went to Applebees in Westfield and just chilled. A few of us had birthdays one after another after another so we had one big fucking bash there.
I remember my 21st birthday I stopped at the Circle K to get gas and buy my first "legal" alcohol substance on my way home from work, and the damn clerk didn't card me, I was heartbroken. Now, I don't get carded cause I am too damn old.
Hmmm, most memorable birthday, maybe my 16'th. Graduated High School, went to work, walked to Jim's Little League game(which he won) and the Mom made Hamburger Helper with hamburger at least 2 years after I stopped eating red meat. So that one or number 22 when we watched Manny bury Sammie.
i think my 8th b-day is about the only one I remember anything from. I licked my dinner plate clean like a puppy dog just for the hell of it. The only time I ever got away with silly antics at the dinner table, the rest of the time I just got my ass chewed and then beat. B-days were never big with my family.. after about age 10 it just stopped all together.. we were never big on cakes, and I've never had an actual b-day party so no clue how those are supposed to go. So, my b-days kinda ring the same since then.. a whole lot of nothing but another day.
Some might say, "How Sad" but I really don't know any different. If I had had all that stuff and then just had it stop.. yeah, that would be kinda sad, but not to ever really have it at all I don't know any difference from having one. Rather the idea seems a little silly to me, but I go with the flow of things.
I love birthdays! I loved turning 21 too. Little did I know that I would fall madly in love with an angry straight edge boy just mere months later. Which means, no heavy drinkin. Haha, I say you live it up and have a wonderful birthday. Yer fine ass deserves it. ;]
**checks the price sheet**.. promises.. promises... hmm.. yep, here it is.. Promises... interesting, the price sheet says that the current cost of a promise is a good sound groping, retail value anyways. And of course friends get discounts at "The House Of Naul". A discounted promise that goes for lots of hugs.
Can you believe the prices these days? hehe
I remember when I turned 21...I went to Vegas, I don't remember much else...thus is was a success!!
I would suggest getting wasted since you can do it legally, but that is just sooo passe. Better to just go to a club or venue that is strictly 21 and over, just so you can enjoy watching the tears well up in the eyes of all those teeny-boppers that you cut in front of in line...
well, if you like we can set you up on a easy payment plan? We could simply collect those hugs over a period of time and make it easier on your monthly budget. Say a minimum of two (2) hugs per visit (once upon arrival and once upon departure) and you are welcome to pay more at anytime should you choose to do such, without penalty of course.
But then I got distracted and missed it.
My friends tried to tell me about it, but it just wasn't the same.
Other than that, all my other birthdays have been the same: shooting smack with trans-sexual hookers and waking up in a puddle of my own filth.
Happy Birthday!