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...

DANCING!!!

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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damn, didn’t know I could do falsetto. Not bad, huh? Have some cake!

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And some Volkswagens

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Also this duck wishes you a great birthday

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Hope you get to chill out and watch racing with some BBQ or whatever y’all Texans do for such things. Happy Birthday!