Holy Rice Cakes and Smelly Cheese . . . He's 18., a joyous occasion, full of sugar and presents. Options

[KissMe2408]

Attention CB,

Someone by the name of Jose is turning 18 tomorrow.


Let's all wish Jose [ah, miss the ol' solipsist], a Happy 18th Birthday.
Post him what you got him for his birthday


Jose, I made you a special cake:
[sorry i spelled your name wrong! my hand slipped. . . ]



and bought you a present:
[apparently it dances and burps, so I thought you'd enjoy it.]




HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSE! ! !

ps. oh, what now. posted exactly at midnight.

[shiftieeyedpnoi]

Yvonne: kekeke you're not the first person that sent me a Size 7 happy birthday. ( Yes, this is the best I can think. Mona, Juliette, you two burn in hell. I was happily watching New Orleans Saints videos and you two tell me how pwned I got. That's not cool. That really isn't. I'll get you on September...and whenever your birthday is, Mona. ) So since Yvonne's reply got over shadowed by the reply to Mona and Julie.... a letter.


To my dearest Yvonne Ko:

Okay, see. That's not fair. I was on a roll with my wit and you come here and out-wit me with one post. Seriously, I feel bad. I swear I think you just wait for moments to own me. Hmmph. Anyway, I can't be all emotional and sentimental in this forum. Everyone will think that's a sign of weakness and just pounce on me. I'm not kidding. There are atleast two of them just waiting for the chance to strike. One minute we're casually talking, I tell you about my life, my school, my family, THEN BAM! Shit. I'm digressing. Uhhhh...
I'm not gonna lie to you, Yvonne. But I'm too lazy to TRY and get my license. I mean, I know someone that goes to San Jose by bus. And I can just do that, can't I?

Since this is important, I'm going to seperate it from everything else, via that one line break. It's really hard to NOT hit on minors especially on this site. Seriously, the only people I'd hit on are probably Anna, Katie, Rebecca, Steph....Alk3 Mona, Joe(?!?)

Christina Tran 2: Can't do anything on the weekend. I'm planning on spending my money on a tattoo. Rawr. And hell, you know I hate clubbing. If I wanted to be deaf for a week and not get laid for the night, I'd go to a Laker game with my mom. *whisper: she craazy* Will send you my phone number. Though, I'd preffer to give it to you in person.. in a strip club... on a dollar billl? ( OH NOES HE JUST CALLED CT A STRIPPER )