And we celebrated in style of course. Us ladies wore dresses and heels and sipped on champagne, and the young men donned shirts and ties and smoked cigars for the occasion.
Did we let our fancy attire get in the way of us letting our hair down? Hells no! Speeches were misplaced and forgotten. The nutbush was performed in front of confused parental figures. Cigarettes ran out, and the cigarette vending machine refused to accept our shrapnel. Hugs and D&M's were in abundance. And we all had one thing in common... a love of our dear friend. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL!
Note to self : You are going to your house and then to pony. You are going to your house then to pony.
- Jac
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this rooooolz! haha
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