Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy...
Birthday...
Dear B-Lowe!
Happy...
Birrrrrrrthday...
TO
YOUUUUUUU!!!!!!
He panicked. His eyes popped. "NO! I'm THIRTY-SIX! Crap!! What?"
He grabbed a calculator and did the math. "See! I'm thirty-six. Whewwww!"
When he wakes up, I'll try it again. I'll lay a kiss on him and say, "You're the sexiest 37-year-old EVER!"
A poem for my B-Lowe:
It's your birthday, let us cheer.
Unfortunately, we're out of gluten-free beer.
I love you so, my heart pitter-pats.
It's okay you don't like cats.
You're a man to be proud of, yes indeed.
First time I saw you (again), I almost peed.
I love your smile, your teeth, your bum.
Tonight, Dear Heart, I'll give you some.
I hope this day is the best it can be.
Your parents are coming, dinner is free.
Guns and ammo fill our home.
It's such a mess, it makes me foam.
But I'll keep cleaning, it's what I do.
Anything for gosh-darn YOU!
Oops. Another heiny shot. I don't know where those are coming from.
I need to get this computer fixed. Happy birthday B-Lowe!!!!
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