As I sit getting ready for your bday bash,
I chomp on a tuna melt on my way to getting smashed.
I think of the years we’ve been such great friends,
And hope the memories will never come to an end.
You’ve been the best wingwoman all the nights we’ve gone out.
So tonight I’ll buy you a vodka and a stout.
Marissa, my dear, we’ve had some great times,
But I’m afraid that my brain is running out of rhymes.
Tonight we shall celebrate all your life and it’s glory.
This epic night on the town will surely make a great story.
Don’t you just hate it when you get up, get dressed in the dark, and get all the way to work before realizing your shirt is dirty with multiple spots on it? Unfortunately this happens all too often to yours truly. Whatevs…it’s Friday, I got 3 1/2 hours of sleep last night, and I’m pretty sure no one’s going to be checking me out on the way to the water cooler. C’est la vie.