It was a good idea until that last part.

Unless she's reeruned or from Council Bluffs, she'll never go for it.

Holy shit dude, you are ****ed.

You go beat that kids ass or what?

well, i didn't want to say it as bluntly as you did....but she did get snagged by Snugga, I mean Scaga.




The keyboard of doom offers to help pen a personalized poem for your hand written card.....

ROFL

Well,
"Life goes on" I suppose. :D

You are so screwed. Farewell, Mr. Scaga. Rest in peace.

Actually, Mr. Iowanian has a good idea. Purchase a spa afternoon and take her. Honestly, that's your only hope.

FAX

Calmed myself down last night. I knew I was probably too upset to do anything rationally when my 4 year old repeated me and said "Yeah, that guy is a jerk."

So, I'm at work today and going to start with a rational adult conversation with his mom/dad tonight. If that doesn't work, I've got a few ideas.

turn on the GPS piece of your cell phone; insert into anus. Just in case she makes you take a dirt nap, the authorites will be able to find you.

Be sure to charge yoru phone.

...that's a big no-no.

Women, if anything, expect their bday to be celebrated the day before their actual birthday.

You must sacrifice something she KNOWS you enjoy now.

You must wear sandpaper gloves for a month!

That's my get out of jail card....a pedicure is a winner, anything else you buy up probably puts you back into blowjob for your birthday status.

Say to her, "Hey, atleast I'm not Clayton."

Good deal.

I predict one of the following.
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Put together a scrapbook of pictures from the past year from birthday to birthday (call it "Celebrating a Year of You" or something equally cheesy). Take it down to FedEx Office (or whatever they are calling that place now) and have it printed and bound and throw on a nice cover. Give it to her today and tell her that the printing place was supposed to have it done for you yesterday but they got behind. Add in a Maya Angelou card and dinner at her favorite place and you go from worst to first.

Oh sure... blame the fuggin printer! :cuss: