Alternatively, high-py birthday. Do I know my word wizardry or what? And don't "or what" me either or you'll leave me no choice but to WHIP YOUR MONKEY ASS. Yes I'm feeling fighty this morning. I think it was something in my coffee. Namely, the steroids. Kidding, I don't juice. Unless we're talking boxes in which case fruit punch, please.
Blowing out the candles will never be a drag again! Time to roll out another birthday? Celebrate in style with our LIT! Birthday Candles.
Set includes 8 perfectly rolled 3.5" joint candles.
Please remember to not inhale!
Hoho, look at all those weedy puns! Huh? What do you mean I'm no better because I did the same thing? I AM TOO, JERK! Right? Somebody, anybody, back me up. Please?
Thanks to Closet Nerd, who may or may not be hotboxing t closehatt even as I type (I suspect he is, his sweaters always smell).
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I'm digging the parachute shorts/tights combo, bro.
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