bowlated

I missed David Bowie's birthday. Forgot to send him a card, forgot to bake him a cake, forgot to steal a lock of his hair. Wait, what? Anyways, I'm five days late and now we'll never be best friends and he'll never write and perform a personalized rendition of Moonage Daydream at my funeral. Great, JUST GREAT.

This is what Bowie will call me if I forget his 66th next year.