Dear pus bag,
birthdays never meant squat to me.
Then you offered to take me fishing, and like a stumblebum chump,
i dared to hope.
but then you shattered my dreams like a duff tallboy in a bar brawl,
and you jammed the jagged neck right up my heart's butt.
I guess I just wasn't meant to be happy or handsome or anything really.
( you can found this in the simpsons,Moe N Lisa episode).hahahahaha...
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