…and I’ll tell you why.

Today is the homie Rojo Diablo Jones’s birthday. I know what you are saying to yourself. You are cussing out some unknown black mother for naming her son Rojo Diablo. But no, that’s the homies H and Geoff’s dog’s name. And yes, we know that Rojo Diablo is “backward” in spanish syntax…..okay and….Rojo Diablo sounds better….

Anyway H and Geoff had a birthday party for Rojo.

Yep that’s right, they invited dogs from his doggy class and other dogs and their owners. The dogs played, and by played I mean humped each other and bit each others necks. The humans stood around outside on the tennis court and ate H’s bomb ass food and drank lots of beer and wine.

Little PJ was there, but he spent most of the time up in the air as he was afraid of the dogs, it’s okay little guy I used to be scared too.

H had made some cupcakes so after awhile she pulled one out with a candle on it (a big one) and we sang happy birthday to Rojo. Well actually I barked it (OJ and Resha REALLY got a kick out of that one). Yes it was silly, but I mean that was the mood!

Fuck it, I had fun. There was plenty of beer and lots of shit was talked as usual, you know, we just had the dogs frolicking! No big deal.

It was a bit cold out there….so eventually we moved inside….but yeah I had fun man!!

So to the homie Rojo I wanna say, “Badarooski” and that means “Happy Birthday Homie”…..

OJ and Resha can kiss my ass!!!! With their intoxicated asses!