IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MOTHERFUCKERS
SHOWER ME WITH PRAISE TO ASSIST MY PITIFUL SEMBLANCE OF AN EGO
I'm going to party (aka work) tonight at my strip club to get my rocks off, and will likely get wasted.
P.S Hex -- I have modeled the lipstick you so kindly made for me. Pics soon!
EDIT: I was so incredibly wasted that I barely even tried to make money. I mean, who gives a shit, right? I skipped every single stage set after 9 o'clock, while everyone kept buying me shots. And it certainly was interesting to be grinding on some guy's dick while my DJ repeatedly announced "This woman was born on the day we invaded Normandy".