Birthday cards from friends are lovely aren't they. Especially if there's something inside them like money... or some Argos vouchers. Or -oh, my god, what's this!?- ticket's to see your FAVOURITE band of all time...The one...
The only...
Simply fucking Red!? On Christmas FUCKING Day!!? In London..? I've gotta go to fucking London... ON MY OWN to watch Simply fucking Red on Christmas Day!!!!? Wha-? And fucking High School fucking Musical 3. ON ICE!!?
And it... It's non-refundable... What the fuck have you done!?
Oh, I knew you'd love it. And look, there's only 5 seats. It's an intimate gig!
Happy birthday, mate.
No comments:
Post a Comment