Hey Biscuit.
Guess what?
Have you guessed yet?
You haven't?
Well, I guess I'll just have to tell you!
.....It's your birthday. c: You beith 20. c": YOU'RE SO DAMN OLD...
But guess what? You're only older than me for 30 days, so that's how long you have to gloat. c:
And, I've known you since middle school, and I friggin' love you to death you derpy-biscuit-of-derpness.
I'll also be calling you in about... 2 minutes since it's 11:58. I know you're asleep, but I don't care. c: Aren't I a good friend?
ANYWAY.
I hope you have a great birthday, and we'll be out all day, partying it up like cool, gangsta-thug 19 and 20 year-olds. ;D
So, my home biscuit, prepare to be awakened by that obnoxious ringtone of yours, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!