Yesterday was my 26th birthday. I dressed very casually, wearing my new thongs, and felt good as I got to work. Work was lame, but afterwards Scott, Jason, Michelle and I tried the Rose and Thistle pub for dinner. It was about as Scottish as Woolite, with nary a Scottish ale on tap. The bangers, beans and mash were great, but we left pretty quickly to find some cask ale. Rose and Raindrop provided, and despite the smoke, it was a fun time. I even won a game of Hearts.
This year’s birthday cake was a special request. Rice Crispy treats. They were good. Not “like mom makes” good, but still good. I think I’ll go have some.
Please don’t ever wear your thong to work again. That was more of your ass than any of us ever wanted to see.
Not the singular, yo. The plural, like these:
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