The value of birthday's degrade as we get older.From an excited youngster looking forward to a aging man worrying about his hair.It varies to who and whom but least a person wants on his birthday is a little time to sit back and fuck all things around.Exactly what I wanted.
As some of you would know,I recently turned 22 but there wasn't any time to celebrate as I was at work the night before and also from 5pm on that day.The shitties thing about it was that it felt on the day Man United were playing Man City and add all that City-Arab sex chaos going around for months,this was one I never wanted to miss.Having City on par with United in terms of squad strengh means for the first time in forever,we were about to play on level terms.
buttttttt.....I had to fucking take care of the cashier counter at McD's while the greatest ever Manchester derby took place and the winner came from Michael Owen on the 96th goddamn minute,just the sort of shit that would have been the best birthday gift ever...and things had to be fucked up.....
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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