Thread:Minomelo/@comment-24087318-20150427113900

I totally just got informed that it's your birthday. Or was your birthday. One of the two, doesn't matter. Just wanted to give a congratulations dude and hope you have a very happy Birthday.

Or in the case that I'm late, that you HAD a very happy birthday.

You shoulda told me about it. I would have gotten you a hat or a game card for something you like or something.

Anyways, Happy Day of Your Birth. The date where, several, possibly multiple decades ago, your Mother and/or Father were blessed with a happy and healthy baby Boy and/or Girl, and there was much rejoycing, and possibly cake. But no cake for you, because you hadn't any teeth yet. On the plus side, you did get to have nipples for breakfast for a year or two. I'm sure that beat having cake at the time. But then you probably got to have cake after a year or two are you were all "Woah. Yeah. That...that definately beats nipples, and their yummy secretions. I think I'm okay with this." But it probably sounded more like "oogoo, gaaah."

Anyways I don't really know where I was going with that but moral of the story is HAPPY BIRTHDAY. And many more! Especially if like, you're stuck in some sort of Groundhog Day loop that makes you repeat your birthday over and over and over until it loses all sense of meaning and irony and eventually you discover yourself and fall in love. Like Robin Williams did once. 