I think once you reach a certain age birthdays become kind of meaningless.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to celebrate and all.   And it’s nice to get presents.  But I mean what else do I want for my birthday?

It’s not like I’m desiring a scooter, a bike. or a Gameboy at this point.  Hell I’m just happy with the acknowledgment.   You know what else I’m happy with come birthday time? A cake.

And if I ever got one of these cakes I would laugh my ass of at how bad they are.