Happy birthday to one of my bestest friends in the whole wide universe, señor Rob Lindsay. We brunch together. We rage together. We talk about poop together. He makes sure me and my sisters, Ivy Arbogast and Angela RochkStaar, dont get lost when were drunk on champagne and fireball and high on dada life. Dis nigga dragged my broken footed ass to Atlantic city to see Kaskade and used my temporary disability to get us to the front of the line. And I cant tell you how many times we had less than 24 hour road trips to AC to rage face and he somehow always accommodated mine and Ivys demands to be back at absurd hours in the morning after she and I annoyed the hell out of him all night acting like fools and no sleep. (I always sleep on the way home because I am a princess and princesses need sleep,but you stay up and drive Rob Lindsay!) Hes introduced me to some great people, which I now have the privilege he of calling my friends. 😘 I dragged this turd to canada to see skrillex the day after Christmas and Im pretty sure his roommates rent might go up this year bc I have forced Rob Lindsay to spend his life savings on alllll the festivals this summer. Hes a trooper. And I cant tell you how many laughs Ive had with this guy, even when hes yelling at me and bossing me around [(alwaaaaaays, he so mean!!!) not really, sometimes. but I do get drunk and run off and cover his eyes while hes driving, so maybe I deserve it, sometimesssss] Happy birthday homie, again and again and again. Ps. Might be your name, but came from my spastic brain... YOURE NOT MY MOM, Rob Lindsay! And when Im half bent and dyslexic and cant get my words out,... youre not my rob mom Lindsay!! Ima make all the moneysssss. (Evil cartman voice)
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 13:43:25 +0000