dear birthday boy roger diary,
i simply love birthday's. especially when they are on easy days i can forever remember. cemented always, june one eight will be roger's special date, in my head, from now on- because it comes the day before june one nine. FOR FUCKS SAKE, and sweet Jesus in the sky knows i'll never forget the june one nine as long as i live and breathe. now, that doesn't always mean i'll remember who roger is, (sorry roger i ain't seen your penis yet) but i will always remember june one eight is a special day for some reason- even if i cant remember why. with that said... wow. i still love birthday's. i really like the cake part. roger tried to woo me with the weed and it almost worked. it almost did. i was mentally driving to peoria with my bong between my legs and my rolling papers in my hat and my onehitter behind my ear. then i saw my real life framed court paper the judge and i signed sitting on the tv stand giving permission for a home search and urine testing for my court conditional discharge or whatever. i don't want to be put to death because of some little bitty dick HERO bastard. i only have 460 some days left now and i can smoke all the weed i want. i hit the blunt a few weeks ago, shhhh, it's long gone by now, i had to though.... it was MY birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!
i simply love birthday's. especially when they are on easy days i can forever remember. cemented always, june one eight will be roger's special date, in my head, from now on- because it comes the day before june one nine. FOR FUCKS SAKE, and sweet Jesus in the sky knows i'll never forget the june one nine as long as i live and breathe. now, that doesn't always mean i'll remember who roger is, (sorry roger i ain't seen your penis yet) but i will always remember june one eight is a special day for some reason- even if i cant remember why. with that said... wow. i still love birthday's. i really like the cake part. roger tried to woo me with the weed and it almost worked. it almost did. i was mentally driving to peoria with my bong between my legs and my rolling papers in my hat and my onehitter behind my ear. then i saw my real life framed court paper the judge and i signed sitting on the tv stand giving permission for a home search and urine testing for my court conditional discharge or whatever. i don't want to be put to death because of some little bitty dick HERO bastard. i only have 460 some days left now and i can smoke all the weed i want. i hit the blunt a few weeks ago, shhhh, it's long gone by now, i had to though.... it was MY birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!
