Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Take Your Pick

It's one of these three things..


Today is Angie's birthday and she's getting half crocked with a bottle of wine.


Yesterday was Angie's birthday and her hungover self is flipping me off right now.


Tomorrow is Angie's birthday and she's flipping me off anyway.

Either way, Feliz Cumpleanos Loca Puta!


Anonymous said...

cal·en·dar [kal-uhn-der]

1. a table or register with the days of each month and week in a year: She marked the date on her calendar.

Stinkydog said...

ain't nothin' but a number, baby. I am good to remember the month. Days? Not so much.

Opie's Girl said...

It was yesterday. Sadly, I was not half crocked. I had to have dinner with my family. So I was having a nervous breakdown.

The crocking can come now. Thanks for thinking of me love!

Vive la chardonnay!

Anonymous said...

Whenever her birthday was, what happened to her torso? It looks like...like...like those two dogs ate it and replaced it with a tree trunk!!!!