(* Don’t kill me now. This is a figure of speech, not an actual desire to die.)
8 thoughts on “Kill me now”
hey donnie
it’s yo’ birfday
no dying
it’s yo’ birfday
no killing
it’s yo’ birfday
we should have done something trite like dragged your to baskin robbins or something in honor of your special 31. but you’ll be at our house this weekend anyway so we can harass you there. 🙂
hey donnie
it’s yo’ birfday
no dying
it’s yo’ birfday
no killing
it’s yo’ birfday
we should have done something trite like dragged your to baskin robbins or something in honor of your special 31. but you’ll be at our house this weekend anyway so we can harass you there. 🙂
31? Sweet Jesus! you’re old. 🙂
My husband was killed.
No… I’m here…
Happy birthday. I’ll try to arrange a session at your house where I come out of a cake in a loincloth.
@Annie: Yes, and I can’t wait. Actually, the Baskins Robbins thing is pretty clever, if I were the type to celebrate getting old.
@Allen: When 31 years you reach, look as good you will not.
@Mrs. Chessloser: Just like all the other times…
@Chessloser: Yeah, you were on FICS last night. Or someone hacked your account.
@Q: So as long as Sheriff Gene Freak is singing “La la la, la la la, la la la la” in the background.
The above person is faking being me. I did die.
Chessloser died and is back? Holy shit. Chessloser is capable of resurrection