Well hello,
I've been away from my desk for quite some time. Really i've got nothing to talk about but here goes nothin.
Just yesterday it was a good friend of mines' birthday. Well I thought so. When I woke up I said to myself, "Oh Shit, it's (Sameoldrats)Birthday," And guess what, I wasn"t able to be with him. I new this would piss him off like a little school girl that got her candy stolen on the first day of school after her big brother pushed her into the huge mud puddle at the school bus stop. So the best thing that I could do this year was not to even do a thing. Dont call him or nothin. You know, play the part of (oh I just smoked way to much pot and forgot). Or some other lame excuse of saying (Yea Im not really your freind, friends just dont miss each others b-days)! But after discussing this with some of my real friends(just kiddin man I really do love you) They bent me back the right way. So what the hell, I just picked up the phone dialed 555-555-5555 and of course the dumb ass didnt even answer,I left a message. Well about 2-2 and a half hours later he called back. Of course I really did get fuckin blittsed and passed out, and my real friend (a girl) dug in my pants (he he) and bravely reached out the phone and answered. Well to make this a shorter story, I't wasnt even his birthday it's in a few weeks. So she made some plans for me, (becouse I cant and will not do anything for myself)
The moral the this poorly written, stupid, story is get a fuckin calander and use it. They dont sell them just for the naked girls anymore.
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