A Birthday poem for the best roommate ever (Besides myself of course)
You're turning 21.
Your life has just begun,
It's all about booze and bars.
So long as you don't get behind the wheel of a car.
You'll get wasted and throw your fist in the air,
White boys shouldn't dance that good, it's just not fair.
Very excited to share your first legal drink,
So lets toast and let our glasses clink.
The boxes housed a vintage mens Dior shirt, 2 Dior ties, YSL shirt, YSL tie, and a beautiful vintage paisley Wembley bow tie. All except the bow tie were complements of Goodwill.
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