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They Say It's Your Birthday... 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. |