I am 29 years old. It is an insignificant marker, but that’s where I am. Happy birthday to me. That is all.
I wish The Black Laser a productive, magical year. Everyone who reads this should enjoy a delicious treat in honor of my birthday. I don’t care what it is, but send me a photo.
Love you all.
edit//Here’s something else I learned: I share the same birthday as Iceland. Let’s all eat sheep’s face and rotten shark! Huzzah!
Happy birthday fuckface. Good to see you’re still up at 3am…BOOM
LIKE A FUCKING PROFESSIONAL.
Shit, 29? That’s how old I’ll be… uh… in December… but happy birthday, seriously.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN SPACE POPE.
My name is Deegan. I am a friend of Joes since preschool. I forgot to wish Joe a happy birthday this year until 2 days after his celebration of freedom from the womb. I feel like a shithead. He always calls or txts me promptly on my birthday like a good friend should, referencing me in someway to East Bay Hip Hop, like that is all i fucking record. Damn that makes me angry. Maybe he just doesnt know about the grammy winning world music group ,Planet Drum, I work with, or the wonderful work I do with Los Rakas from Panama.Not like he should know cause I dont say a damn thing about it. No matter, just bitching. Anyway, Sometimes I call him on the wrong day, like a week early and sing happy birthday. I blame the marijuana, but more myself for smoking the marijuana……Oh yeah, i blame my kid also. It was his fault.