My southern grandmother called me a few moments ago to wish me
a happy birthday.
"Jackie how is your love life goin?"
-Ehh, it's goin, not rushin anything.
"Good Jackie, I am glad you have a love life, because I am just too old to be
marching in some parade!"
I love you grammy.
I still hate my birthday. But awww hell, I was born
and I am still friggin
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