Oh.
My heart hurts being a long way from my friends at all times, but especially on their birthdays.
To the woman with one of the most FABULOUS racks to ever grace this planet.
Who taught me how to do “Zena – Warrior Princess” shrieking.
Who let me cry on her shoulder the night of Diana’s funeral. I was very drunk. (Altogether now “And James Hewitt that fucking fuck”)
Who wanted me to sit with her when they had to re-set her broken wrist and arm (Sorry they did it before I could get there, but damn! That was some good shit you were on when you woke up!)
Who makes her loved ones (me included!) so proud of her.
Who has fabulous hairs.
And a big, beautiful heart.
Happy Birthday my dear Knockers.
I hope the Captain spoils you rotten and you have the most fabulous birthday ever.
I miss you.
I love you.
Come home soon or I will finally fucking come to you!
You are going to kill me for posting this photo, but I miiiiiiisssss you.
And it’s happy birthday from Schoonee too as I made the poor bastard trawl through his photos to find one for me!
**I can’t tell her your real name, it would ruin the fun**
**No. I can’t remember the actual DATE of your birthday, that’s why I am writing this now as I am pretty sure it’s the 22nd**
**Editing to add.. I CAN take the photo down if you really hate it**
**Do you know how hard it is to find a photo of you without your hair hiding your face and you eyes open?**
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