Are you ready for a pink Bud Light drinking game in honor of Christy Gossett’s birthday? Give me a WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTT! (<~ Obnoxious, I know, but she is having a down in the doldrums birthday and that is so uncool.)
I drank Bud Light!
Did you see that? That was a Bud Light on my lips! ON MY LIPS! Bud Light was IN MY MOUTH! This is a huge deal because I don’t lower my standards for just anyone. I love you, Christy, have my babies. Seriously. My uterus doesn’t want to birth another human being for a long, long time. Not to mention, your rack won’t experience the pregnancy damage that mine would.
You are crazy for thinking you are officially old. You have the mentality of a 20 year old and you are friends with me. You know I don’t hang out with ‘old people’. ‘Old people’ aren’t fun and you, my dear, are a flipping hoot! Case in point- you prefer Pullups and Bud Light to my Poise and wine. Wait a minute… does that make me the old broad? That wasn’t the point I was trying to make!
Christy’s birthday poem
Here’s to the nesticles we grow and the laughs we can’t control; the shops we stalk and the late night talks. Here’s to the welcomed distractions and our differences in fashion; dowin‘ the beers and spillin‘ our fears… I’m happy to say I’m not going anywhere, my dear.
Note to my bestest friends: I need your birthdays in advance so I can get drunk in your birthday video and have it posted ON your birthday, not a few hours late. And don’t you dare tell me I should automatically know these things! I can barely remember the last time I took a shower!