Who knew, when I first noticed you as a green-eared lad of 18, a punk rocker in a sea of jocks, trying to play Bouncing Souls songs on your bass in your dorm room, that I’d be wishing you a happy 25th on the Interweb all these years later? Happy birthday, old friend.
Who knew, when I first noticed you as a green-eared lad of 18, a punk rocker in a sea of jocks, trying to play Bouncing Souls songs on your bass in your dorm room, that I’d be wishing you a happy 25th on the Interweb all these years later? Happy birthday, old friend.
phhhtt…what do you mean trying to play?! I fucking rocked.
Happy, Happy!
Joy, Joy!
Happy Birthday, Dood!
…”I’m Stan! Meow!Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” (said in a high pitched Stan-tone four part harmony).
gotta love the stan-tone four part harmony. we do it sooooo well, and it annoys him sooooo much!
happy birthday. your features no longer scare me.
Happy Birthday, you stantastic bastard!
Happy Belated birthday! I’ll get you cups with your name on them!
happy birthday sucker. on this (that) day i will sodomize you with my adams apple. hooray!
Eww. Sutter… Jesus…