My friend had her birthday the other day, and I ruined it for the poor thing by mailing her this one:
My poem for your birthday
Was going to involve some word play
But after that missive from your grandmum
I realized I got nothing so I'm gonna keep mum.
Looks like your hubby's gonna get some boo-tay.
Her grandma had sent her a card (a real thing, made out of paper, with stuff written on it. Old people can be so cute), which basically urged her to get on with it and have multiple babies. I happened to see the card, and that reminded me of my grandmum, and... More on this mass geriatric hysteria later.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
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