Faded Boxers

For my birthday yesterday, here’s what everybody got me:

Ade was actually the first one to greet me through SMS to which I replied that he should really stop stalking me. He also got me:

My own liniment!

And to go with my own liniment, my buddy Thor gave me:

My very own Diner! Yay!

And while I’m relaxing in my Diner, putting liniment on my aching joints, I can enjoy what Coco gave me:

Memories of my grade school classmates taunting me with the theme song to this unfortunately named show. Ass.

Then Baddie sent this greeting via Twitter: “ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAU! It’s been a year since your last birthday and it’s about time you get another. You deserve it! “ And I’m reminded why I like hanging out with him. He makes me look smart.

Also, he gave me this:

Right.

Then the great Mordo displayed vast insight in giving me something I actually wanted:

plus plus

equals

Veronica Mars in a Bikini! Yay!
Then The Bim gave me something that I really really want, but can’t enjoy by just looking at the image alone (while touching myself):

So I hate Bim.

JM (who has no blog or twitter account. So for all intents and purposes, doesn’t exist.) gave me:

The 14th image result when you search “Ampao.”

For JM’s birthday, I will give him a special place in hell. Yay!

And where can I put *most* of these awesome gifts? Why in my very own hotel c/o Sharon of course!:

Lauren being the young ‘un that she is, gave me something to ease the passage of time:

And last but not the least, Rocky gave me nothing because according to him:

I hate Balemtayms Day
And everything related to Valentine’s
=,’(

To which I replied:

Oh yeah? You know what else is related to Valentine’s? MY FIST

And then he replied faggily with:

I hate your fists. I shal have Tito Osams deal with it. You better make most of that hand already.

To which I simply said:

Anyway, thanks to you kiddies for all these awesome gifts. Now get off my lawn!