When I turned 29 last year, my dad sent me a big, bright yellow birthday card. On the front, in this meaty font, it says, "BE BAD". Open it, and an instrumental version of "Bad to the Bone" starts playing, which is obviously completely awesome.
It's official. Tomorrow, my wish is granted. I don't know how or when exactly, but I will find some way to be as bad as I emmereffing want to be.
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i was so sorry to miss your celebration... i don't know if messenger zack passed it on, but i was still flu-ish. blessings on your 30-year-old head!
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