As a shameless self promoter of everything related to me, I’d be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t point out that it is indeed the day of my birth.
You know what one of my favorite things about birthdays are? The fact that even if your friends want you to have a good time, nobody cares more about their birthday than the person having the birthday. I realize that it’s the greatest day in the history of the universe, but I also realize that you probably don’t give a shit. Still, that shouldn’t stop you from showering me gifts and praise. Not gifts OR praise, but both. Thank you.
I’d also like to take a moment and reflect on birthdays past. When I was a kid our school took the week of gun deer season off, since that many rednecks went to my school. So I always got a week off on or near my birthday! Unfortunately, that also meant that a lot of kids couldn’t make it to my parties, because they were hunting. Well I’d just like to take a moment and give a big thank you to the kids who came to my parties and a big up yours to the kids who chose to kill deer instead of eating Alf cake.
Fun fact: The mass suicides at Jonestown share the exact same date (including year) with my birthday. Woo! Party time!
As a special treat I’ll share again my favorite YouTube video of all time. It’s especially meaningful during one’s birthday: