It’s my birthday! Yea me! Best part: I made it all the way through dinner at the Chain Family Restauraunt with my folks without our waitress hearing that it was my birthday and loudly molesting me with the birthday song and flaming desert.
You know why they never actually sing the birthday song when they do that at a restaurant? The birthday song, Happy Birthday, is copyrighted and current and they would have to pay rights . . . its a fucked up world, man.
So . . . who wants to jump out of a cake for me? Vicar aside – a birthday should be special and not like other days . . .
*Jumps out of cake…NUDE!!!
Happy Birthday, baby!
*sings Marilyn Monroe-style…without paying the copyright infraction fee!
if she hadn’t done it already, i was going to suggest it…
I hate singing for people’s birthdays more than the poor schmuck whose birthday it is hates us singing to him.
The worst is when assholes come in and request that we sing for someone’s anniversary…
I’m sorry, if you stop at your friendly neighborhood dinner theatre they may be happy to oblige.
I’m waitressing to stay away from theatre right now, not be singing and dancing like a fool.
HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY!!!!!
aah I used to hate it when they did that to me, now I just want the free dessert and I am willing to sit through a crappy stupid song to get it.
as you get older priorities change, man.
Um.. thanks for coming around so the rest of us you know could throw things (party favors, I think) at you and say corny stuff like happy stupid birthday you old phart. Yep. I see how it is.
Happy birthday you old phart.
On a happy note gas droped 3 damn cents on your birthday, not a muzzy bunda holiday for blowing shit up obviously.
Sanford’s uses Happy Birthday. Wooo.
Happy Birthday Chuck. What did DirtyVicar and Fleener get you?
I’m gonna molest you when I see you next. Happy bel-8-ed b-day home-slice.
oh crap, i’m late. where’s the pregnancy test when you need one.
um… wait.
oh right, it’s your day we’re talking about here. i hope it was happy, and you didn’t yell at anyone trying to get into their truck. hahaha, fool.
Happy Birthday like 6 days late. I will show you my boobs if that covers for me not being there to jump out of your cake. Deal?
I’ll have to hear that drunken story sometime…….
Oh, and happy late fucking birthday. I got you the satisfaction of knowing that I didn’t go out of my way to buy you something stupid you wouldn’t like anyway. You’re welcome.
Urgh…why cards and not tassles? Just wondering.