Then this showed up from the Postal Service. Mmmmm. They were supposed to be peanut butter cookies, but Party Kate's head must be spinning from mom'm it while trying to be a school kid again and didn't realize cookies + soft packaging = delivered mess. Still good with milk though.
Physical gifts are always good, but I get most stoked from this one. One of my boss's from Steamboat, way back when. The DUDE who gave two fucktards (Korn and I) a shot at our own shop when he should of given us a ride to AA, has religiously hit me up every year on my birthday. Either a phone call, email or now that he's Faceblasting, he kinda blew me up there. "Fuckin facebook sent my last message before I wrote it! Anyway, I'm not missing your birthday this year, even though it's next week! My Outlook file has shifted all my dates by a couple of days so I have to do a little guessing as to exact dates. Is the 15th correct? All is well in the Rockies, getting ready for the big SNOW. I hope you and the family are all well. I miss seeing your mug! Keep in touch. Lief " Love it, thanks Lief.
Now if only my parents would call their ONLY kid on his birthday, life would be good.
Check the coyote's tongue.
ReplyDeleteFOTOCHOP X'S FOR EYES AND THAT'S A DEAD CARTOON COYOTE
ReplyDeleteSO THAT'S DUDES' PILE OF CARCASSES? KILLT A DEERHORSE AND THEN FUCKIT BLAST THAT DOG TOO? LANCEBAND DOESNT MAKE IT LESS WEIRD, EITHER.
A COUPLE OF RUGGED STUDS AKA IT GETS DEADER.
SRSLY.
LOL