They enthusiastically announced that that establishment which rhymes with "Yuck E. Sneezes" was the numero-uno place to be. Not one to burst their bubbles, I reluctantly conceded and we went. For my 34th birthday. And for proof, here is the certification of "Hip Hop Dancer" I received:
Represent.

Word to your mother.
ReplyDeletewe haven't gone there yet.
ReplyDeleteplease don't make me ever go.
Happy Birthday you Hip Hopper you.
dude.
ReplyDeleteIs that the cartoon verison of you on the right of the card ;)?
ReplyDeleteNow you are legit!!
ReplyDelete@jessica..hahaha