Happy Birthday, Bhuchung!

You're that one friend whom I love having around but, every once in a while i really hate you and get the sudden urge to beat the sh*t out of you. Thank you for being a 'good, but-not-that-good' friend for me. May you pass away soon, so you don't have to get scoldings from me anymore. At the same time, I wish you live long, for I haven't beaten you yet for always being that annoying friend. Happy birthday, baby girl!

-Owlly

PS; I'm hoping i'll make you happy today by using the name I never wanted to be tagged.

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