I met this young woman at a bar. She was a very outgoing, fun social butterfly, and we quickly became friends. She was always smiling and was always having fun. She was also smoking pot, and on this particular evening she had a great time at a local club with her friends.

She was supposed to meet this guy who was going to be her escort, but apparently he had some sort of a conflict with her job and he didn’t show up to the first date.

When her date arrived, she knew she had to leave.

She left a message for her escort that said, “We’re sorry, and here’s the deal: The girl who left you a message is going to be the escort. She has to come back and find me again. She will be back in a few days. We’ll catch up later.

To the girl who left a message for her escort, I can’t say that I blame you. Because in the aftermath of your date, you might not have remembered how great the rest of your weekend was. I am sure that you’ll still be checking your Facebook when you wake up in the morning to see what happened.

Well, I hope you get a good night sleep. Your date will probably be back soon.

The thing is, I can’t give up trying to get myself off Deathloop’s island for my birthday. I’m a very strong believer in the power of the spirit, and I keep telling myself that if you’re gonna eat dinner and drink your birthday, you should eat it, but I do mean it.

Maybe you should change your birthday to a month before your death? Then you could wait for that spirit to carry you back to the afterlife.

What’s up with all the birthday plans? I mean, I’m not trying to be morbid, but I think this whole thing is a little over-hyped, or at least in my opinion, a little confusing.