My mom shot me out of the womb. Chuck Norris baptized me seconds afterwards to
this music.
No wait, my bad. It was this music:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpkpDMi0IwEAngels came down to bring me gifts. However, the gifts all sucked, so I decked them all. President George Bush Sr. also came to give me blessings, but I hit him in the jewels because I hated him so much. Then my mom sat me down in front of Sesame Street and I wanted to snuggle up next to Big Bird because he looked so warm and fuzzy. My birthday became a national holiday; or at least it was petitioned to be...the gubment still hasn't gotten on that yet. One of these days, I need march up Capitol Hill and give everyone a good beating to get them back on that. Anyway, my parents named me "Tyler" because "Tyler" in my family means "he who brings carnage, listens to metal, and eats everything with hot sauce."
The world then knew...it's time of peace was over. I was born...and I was ready to kick some a**
True story aside, today's my 20th birthday. Yay for not being a teenager anymore. Just one more year before I can drink.....
legally. ninja