It's my birthday, morons. Sing for me.
Happy Birthday, baby! I suppose this means I'll either have to make a cake or put out tonight.What the hell. It's your birthday. Cake and hot Internet sex it is!
Every night in my dreamsI see you, I feel you,That is how I know you go onFar across the distanceAnd spaces between usYou have come to show you go on Near, far, wherever you areI believe that the heart does go onOnce more you open the doorAnd you're here in my heartAnd my heart will go on and onLove can touch us one timeAnd last for a lifetimeAnd never let go till we're gone Love was when I loved youOne true time I hold youIn my life we'll always go on Near, far, wherever you areI believe that the heart does go onOnce more you open the doorAnd you're here in my heartAnd my heart will go on and onYou're here, there's nothing I fear,And I know that my heart will go onWe'll stay forever this wayYou are safe in my heart And my heart will go on and on
I like Sara's birthday greeting better. Sorry Moocow, but you just can't beat sex and cake!
I'd sing but I have a tendency to bristle when called a moron.Hey, my birthday is Saturday, will Sara bake and put out for me too?
Absolutely! What kind of cake would you like and do you prefer black lace boy cut panties or devil red thongs?
Happy birthday, Koala! I hope you got some of whatever makes you happy.
*Astrid throws a pie in Koala Mentala's face* Happy Birthday, boy! Did you blow out all your candles and make a wish?
Thanks, kids! I'm sorry I called you all morons now. Astrid: I had some cake but there weren't any candles on it. It's too bad because if there had been, I'd have wished for world peace.
Happy birthday Fraggle.
In the Holy Name of Our Savior and Lord Jebus Fucking Kreist, IT'S A GORG!!!
No need to get so fraggled! Bet you suffer from road rage to?
Damn it! Girls, if you can't play nice together then I'll beat the hell out of both of you until you can!Now, sit down, shut up and let Mama watch her stories in peace.
I'm not a girl! And I don't even have a driver's license! And you shut up! And it's a GORG!!!
See now you've done it, you made ma get mad!
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...Jack Frost bringin all da ho'z
Damn, I guess we have to wait ANOTHER year then for world peace to come along!
I graduated the night this was put out (did I just make a reference to sex?) (not intentionally, no), but still. HAPPY FUCKNIG BURTHDEE MAN!
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