In my group of friends, we have kind of a running inside joke. I don't really celebrate my birthday, and could care less, so I usually don't tell people when it is. Well, my friends didn't really like that, and they decided that if I wasn't going to tell them when my birthday was, they were going to assign me one, and celebrate it on that day, whether I liked it or not.
So... they chose October 25. Now, every year, around this time, I have to endure a bunch of ball-breaking. Luckily, I usually have access to large volumes of alcohol:
With any luck, you won't be able to read my age off of the icing of the cake... (although to give you a clue to how old I am, I used to watch a lot of Fraggle Rock [wikipedia.org] as a child.)
At least the food was yummy, and the cake was an ice cream cake.
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