Yesterday was my birthday! My birthday’s passed! Yesterday was my birthday! I’m feelin’ gassed. Okay not really but January 31 is not as special as January 30th.
Why?
Because it’s not my birthday.
It’s not my birthday but it doesn’t mean the celebration can’t continue. I’m not a year older so that’s cause for fireworks right there, and it’s not like anyone special is using or anything. Sure it is Norman Mailer’s birthday but that old fart has been dead for 13 years. (Fuck his books were long and all thinly veiled references to his libido, the filthy old goat.) So I’m claiming the extra day because let’s face it, my birthday is so special it can scarcely be contained within a scant 24 hours. That means if you’ve got any extra presents it’s not too late to send them to me. Boob pics frim women with especially big knockers are appreciated, perky ones are good too. Hurry up because February is almost upon us and by then it will be too late. (Not really, boob pics are good anytime of year.) Get cracking, chop chop. 😁
A Fifth of Brian 
Birthday Hog!
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