Birthday

Whoo yeah! It's my birthday! Sorry, Noah, but I'm not entertaining you today. ENTERTAIN YOUR OWN GODDAM SELF FOR ONCE.

I'm 20, which means I've lived longer than a couple famous people:
-Mozart (I've also written more operas)
-Both my childhood goldfish
-The kid that dies in Sabotage

Today is my day, not anybody else's, except Henry Clay, Beverly Cleary, Herbie Hancock, David Letterman, Andy Garcia and Ron MacLean. So everybody needs to get out now.

Cool. I'm alone.

Alright, Greg, let's celebrate your birthday in style. Here's some music you like, a cake shaped like breasts and a computer-generated apology from Ramonde, the kid that stole your pencil in kindergarten.

Having fun yet, Greg?
-No. This is kind of boring.
I know. Let's spice it up before we lose our readers.
-Okay.



Algebraic!