Tomorrow happens to be a VERY special person's birthday. Yes, Robespierre. Max (or as I like to call him, "Robes") and I had some good times back in the day. Times I can't describe on a public blog. We were so high on revolutionary ideals, I bet Robes and I can't even remember half of them! Robes, even though we went our separate ways, I still have no regrets. Here's a picture of us, the way we were.
2 comments:
Hey! You can't be the one to celebrate Robespierre's birthday!
That's a cute picture of you.
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