Thursday, September 18, 2008


As birthday present number 1, I present to you a pictoral display of words that make me think of you, my one true Booty/Buttplug/Brian/BriGuyFryGuyRiGuy...

Who would have thought that nine years ago, when you, the lanky closeted freakshow pervert, turned around in disgust at me, that Terri Schiavo faced loudmouthed pervert, a friendship of monumental faghaggatry proportions would develop? i sure as hell didn't.

And I think you know what I mean by monumental? Your dad. Your mom. Your dog. Would you rather? For a million dollars. BOOTY! BIRTHDAY!


bkennedy said...

I'm touched. And I think you know what I mean by "touched."

Little M said...

Happy birthday Brian!