It was the Poz's birthday recently and he wasn't here. He was off on a much deserved holiday. Why am I dedicating a post on my blog to a person's birthday you ask?..good question. The thing is this is no ordinary person's birthday, it's the birthday of the Poz. Who among several other things has:-
- Always been on time for everything
- Will reply to all my messages however inane they are or how busy he is
-makes weird noises that pass off as a language...and they are.
- Is the only person I know that can wear primary colours..all three of 'em at the same time and still look fantastic
- Has hair on his toes..hair in his nose..clown feet and no ass
- Because if im ever crying he's the one i'll call. Everytime.
-Because if im ever laughing he's the one i'll call. Everytime.
-No one else can say smurf..and mean it.
-Pretends to be well read:)
- Will lust for every flavour of the week media generated hottie but if presented with her in the flesh...will probably offer her a ciggi..a ride home...and a pat on the head. Thats it.
-His hair is his art form. Some people paint...some people write...this man gel's.
-You can spring Studio 60...imogen heap...shantaram on him. He gets it. Along with the theory of relativity:)...smart.
-No one tells me im special and wonderful with so much sincerity.
-Is responsible for the death of several generations of chickens and cows.
- Tofu likes him
-Is patient
- Smells nice
Happy Birthday....with more love than there are green M&M's in the world.
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