Today, I sprayed a nursing home with gasoline and burned it to the ground, in your honor. I probably didn't make the wisest of decisions, because there weren't enough elderly remains to ravish, afterwards, but my heart was in the right place. Next year, I'll get it right. Happy birthday, you lovable psychopath.
I baked some ethnogins into your cake. The talking alpaca said you wouldn't mind. Happy Solar Return!