The return of Everett True | 19. Alison’s Birthday
This is me, right now.
This is Alison’s Birthday.
Spot the connection? Thought you would. It’s pretty fucking obvious really. I AM ON FUCKING FIRE. The difference between you and me is I have never doubted my own taste, not once.
Allisons birthday is pretty neat. Go Shawty, it’s Allisons birthday, we’re gonna party like it’s Allisons birthday, we’re gonna sip Bacardi like it’s Allisons birthday.
Like PragVEC and Twelve Cubic Feet and Brighton in 2007 rolled into one. And recorded down a phone. Not that they sound anything like any of the above. Nor should any of the above indeed be rolled into one as they’re just purty keen the way they are. Alison’s Birthday are just pretty fucking wonderful, really. That’s all I’m trying to suggest with my asinine half-sober writing. Way better than 33 things you think are way better, for sure. And three and a half times as confusing.
Everything is awesome. Everything cool.
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