Hey there Ghetto Boy! It's your birthday! I wrote you a poem! You wanna hear it? Alright, here it goes:
Roses are red
Don't fall in a ditch
Happy 20th
JRT BITCH!!
Aww, that was heartwarming, wasn't it? I had tears in my eyes myself. Just remember, you're not 21 yet, so no heavy drinking, ok? Oh, Psh. Fuck that. I'm not 21 and I sure as hell drink. PARTY YOUR ASS OFF BOYEEEEEE. Here, I got you a gift:
