TheHeretic
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Joined: 3/25/2007 From: California, USA Status: offline
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My birthday was a couple weeks ago. My driver's license expired. Honestly, my worst birthdays have been the ones where other people, even with the very best of intentions, decided to take control of how my day went. Family coming over for a party when I was a kid? Oh goodie. I got to spend the day helping clean the house. A surprise party? Thanks for fucking up the plans I had for tonight. The last surprise birthday party somebody threw for me left them with the surprise, because I went straight from work to a strip club, and didn't get home until after 2:00 a.m. I bet I got a better blowjob than I would have at the party, too. Facebook is a wonderful invention. Everybody can chime in over the course of the day, and I can just click, "like," at my convenience in the evening. No spending two hours on the phone, saying the same things to everybody, over and over. This year was actually damn good. The wife made a simple dinner of exactly what I like, and a batch of brownies. She got me something very practical, that she knew I needed, and I went to the good liquor store myself, for the present I wanted. We met up with the family on a night that was more convenient, and the waiter knew I was serious when I mentioned that putting the damn hat on me would reflect on his tip in the future. Now, the wife likes to have a "do" of some sort for hers, so we tend to hit an amusement park, or go for a fine meal with a table full of friends. If a birthday is supposed to be "your day," then my advice is to make sure it is.
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If you lose one sense, your other senses are enhanced. That's why people with no sense of humor have such an inflated sense of self-importance.
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