You know what that means....
No, not caviar. I can’t afford that shit.
No, not chickens. Chickens can’t swim.
No, what that means is...
Just kidding, I don’t do that. This guy does.
But what I can force all these nice people to do is...
SING! Ready? A one, a two, a nine four four aaaaannnnnnddddd
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HAAAAAPPPPPYYYYYY BIIIIRRRFDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooOoOoOooOOOOooooOOOooOOooOOOOO YYYYYYOooOooOOoOOOoOOOoUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
damn, didn’t know I could do falsetto. Not bad, huh? Have some cake!
And some Volkswagens
Also this duck wishes you a great birthday
Hope you get to chill out and watch racing with some BBQ or whatever y’all Texans do for such things. Happy Birthday!