I miss Oky. Happy Birthday, baybah!
Tony, happy birthday!
An Ode...
CITY. PARK. DAD.
What can I say? He's my boo...my shorty...my stalker...all spun into one uninteligible subpoena. I can't be bothered with spelling at this hour!
He's my hacker, my dry sense of humor. My closet Prince fan.
He's the sun...when there is all rain...
He washes me with sinless showers...when Spacey gives me dirty pain. (hurts so good)
He ruins my good day, web cam caught my bad side again.
City Park Dad, I am sorry that Webbie beats you now. I needed someone to blame after B left...
...sorry, that didn't rhyme.
Happy Birthday, CP-Bayba! (quit calling me)
I hope you had a great birthday, (tell your wife I can't move into your spare room)...
Wisdom gained is a penny earned, (I'll do everything else but I refuse to get the mail!)
Happy Birthday, (can I have a raise?)