so the other day we go to bucca di beppo, a yummy italian restaurant behind avenue's mall. it was my best friend's goin away dinner so a bunch of us got together. towards the end we come up w/ a silly idea to say it's my birthday to in hopes to get some free cake [lol]. before we know it, our waiter brings 5 other bz waiters, announces to the whole restaurant that it's my 21st birthday [i'm actually 24], has everyone sing happy birthday to me on the top of their lungs, and places a HUGE candelabra with red candles right in front of me.
moral of story: don't say it's ur bday unless u know ur definately gettin free cake! hmph
Last week I walked around with a sock in my pants until it finally worked its way down my pant leg. I had been walking around with a huge bulge in the ass of my pants all day long.