It’s my party… and you may CRY if you want to.
Oh my God. You want to talk about mothers?
You wanna talk about mothers!
It’s mother time, okay!
Your mother’s so dumb she went to Dr Dre for a Pap smear!
"Something’s wrong, Dr Dre! My coochie’s doing a beatbox!"
I’ll see you all tonight! We’re gonna party till the cows come home.
Special thanks to Absolut for the lovely Absolut Raspberri. The Bryanboy Babooshtini (yes, I even have my own drink) won’t exist without it.
More to come later. I have a party to prepare for and it’s in 8 hours!
I love you all. Email email@example.com or SMS +63-915-785-1492.