Go KB, it’s ya birthday.
We gonna sit at work like it’s ya birthday.
We gonna sip on water like it’s ya birthday.
And we not gonna act like it’s ya birthday!
You can find me in my cube, bottle full of Sprite.
Look mama I got the skills if you into websites.
I’m into javascript, I ain’t looking to debug.
So come give me a hug if you need this project done.
Yes I just made all that up (sung to the tune of In Da Club by 50 Cent). Yes I know all of you are saying that this belongs on Lame-O Thursday, but I don’t care. It’s my birthday, and I can white boy rap if want to. Anyway, I’m 26. Childhood is over. Life has begun. The only positive point from this day is that most rock stars (Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison, Cobain) didn’t die until they were 27, so I’m looking good.
You can donate to my birthday fund (give a present) below.
Actually my only birthday wish is that the millions of kurtbranch.com visitors will make that little thing up there that says ’0 comments’, say at least ’5 comments’. Come on…do it for the birthday boy!