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They Say It's Your Birthday...
April 19, 2004 - 6:56 p.m.

All right, fuckers. I'm not the type of person to beg for things (Unless sex is involved), but I come to you on hands and feet, grovelling.

It's my birthday today. And I didn't necessarily didn't get gipped or anything, but I still feel like my present to birthday card ration could've been better.

So here's a link: A link.

And here's my e-mail: MY E-MAIL!

Or send me a message on AIM: Bunksteve

If you clicky any of the links, you can send me a gift. I'm not demanding it, but let's just say your children will suffer if you don't.

If any of you fucking motherfuckers stiff me, and I will rain pure fucking hell down upon you, and you will wish for a quick fucking death, you fucks!

Thank you, and God bless.

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