Dashing throught the snow,
Steph's house is on the way,
Her birthday cake is lit,
And us, too, by-the-way.

The party's 'bout to start,
The ice cream has been served,
The guests have all arrived,
They look like Pixie pervs.

Wrangling seats, jostling babes,
Smooches at the door,
There no place like Steph's house,
For Birthday fun galore.

Wrangling seats, jostling babes,
Candles there to blow,
I wonder if they'll be aimed for,
With all the guys on show.

So I'm rushing to my seat,
I hope it's near the front,
I want to sneak a pat,
On Steph's delicious rump.

Then I know that more,
Will want to take my place,
With a super gal like Steph,
It's bound to be a race.

Wrangling seats, jostling babes,
Smooches at the door,
There no place like Steph's house,
For Birthday fun galore.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEPH

Originally Posted by scotzoidman Just cuz it's yer birthday doesn't mean you can hog the joint...pass it on over girly ;)