They say it's your Birthday.

Birthdays as children: Cake. Ice cream. All your friends crammed in the backyard watching some weird guy who smells like beer make balloon "animals". Praying for a pony. Instead, getting new clothes for school.



Birthdays as teens: Cake. Ice cream. All your friends skipped out because your parents threw you a party. The balloon guy's wandering around looking for the keg. Praying for a hot guy you can do it with on a pink cloud and not get pregnant or herpes. Instead, getting new clothes for school.



Birthdays as adults: Cake. No ice cream, because it's not in the office budget. Your coworkers chip in to get you an aging stripper who looks suspiciously like the balloon guy. Praying for a winning lottery ticket, a trip to Paris. Instead, getting a $25 gift certificate to Ann Taylor, to buy new clothes for work.