Thought of the day: Do you have to drink/be a drinker to fully appreciate your 18th and 21st birthdays?
So I'm 21 now. I don't get what the big deal is... I mean, when I hit 18 I was lead to believe that a Angelic Choir would come down from the Heavens and play Led Zepplin while I O.D'd on booze.
Didn't happen.
So, 21! 21 21 21... Twentyone... Twentyonesies.
I got a Spider-Man cake from the lady, that was great! Even though it looked like he'd been "shaking hands with the President".
We promptly named it "cum-cake". Not that it was made of cum or had cum in it but because it looked like Spider-Man had shot his load (quite an impressive amount too) on the yellow frosting.
I also got a card. It's my favourite card of all time. It's being guarded by a owl plushy I bought at the Chestnut Center.
I've named the owl Albert. Some would probably comment on it looking like Einstein but that's not why he's called Albert. Albert is a funny name.
I wonder, if I ever get a friend called Albert, will I be able to take him seriously?
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Derek the otter misses Albert the owl...
ReplyDeleteI don't remember much about my 18th or 21st as I did drink like a fiend back then. Happily my 30th was spent sober, with a fellow nutter whom I love very much.
I found the remainder of the cake in the cupboard a few days ago. It kind of crusty. Nice.
I found a recepy collection, where all the things had cum in them. I still don't know if it was a joke or not.
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to remember my 21st. I think I had dinner with friends. I'll be 25 in a month but I cba to arrange anything. The only thing turning 25 seem to be about is people reminding me that I'm getting "old", which isn't true, and trying to figure out why I will not spend this marvelous event at some huge gala, crying about being old.
Tehe