Today is the quarter-century anniversary of the day that signified the successful humping of my parents. They managed, correctly, to bump against one another in that awkward and inelegant way, mixing the chemicals that cause the reactions that make the new person. Then the man went to work to make the money to feed the lady to grow the child to spit out the baby so they could forget about it. Congratulations to them on their special day.
And, as the jillion-sided die bounces and wobbles to a stop, that baby is me. Here I am. Here we are.
Happy birthday to all of you.
About Me
- Evan Rowe
- I'm a shameless dilettant, probably a little more virtuous than someone who doesn't believe in anything should be.
3 comments:
You're doing the Natalie "Happy Birthday" Elliott trick !
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BACK !! !
You don't really think you invented that, do you?
That's some sick shit.
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