Hear ye, hear ye, I can't hear ye.
Happy Birthday to that trivia lovin, shushi eatin, Oktoberfestin', postin somethin dirty on the wall so the would-be girlfriend went nuts, the one, the only ANGELINA!!! Ya say it's your birthday, na na na na na na na na, well it's my birthday too ya . . .
Angie, we all love you and your simple bitches. Have a great day, don't fall to the charms of the King Cobra.
If I was there, I'd slip the waitress and extra five to gather the other servers round the table and sing one of those fucked up lame birthday songs while they were clapping and shit. We would go to some really classy restaurant like Perkins or the Outback or Applebees where they do that sort of thing. Then I'd go to bed because I was really tired and had to work the next day.
So birthday, yeah.




