Today is the birthday of the one, the only, the classy-swanky-sassy Katy. She is one of the best girls I know.
When I was single, she was always willing to fix me up with that guy she knew who stole flatware from the restaurant where he waited tables or that guy she knew who'd sliced his finger off in a meat grinder down in Iowa. I'll always be appreciative for that level of devotion. I'll always be there to make her meatloaf and brownies and champagne cocktails.
So here's to another year, Kathryn, and all the good things that are going to come your way. Cheers.
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I probably don't have the tools to express just how disturbed I am by the weird-underwear picture.
It might be helpful to know that Katy is actually wearing a skirt under the weird underwear. She's not nude. Swear.
We had so much fun with that 97 cent pair of underpants, didn't we? Even though it makes my thighs look huge. And this post suggests I am a drunkard. Yes, good times.
Don't lie. You are a drunkard.
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