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- Make me a present.
What?
- A gift on birthday.
- Of course. What do you want?
Kiss. Give me a kiss.
- What do you want?
- If you kiss me I'll die a happy man.

What to do with a man who was the first to celebrate a birthday? Kill - a little.

Only birthday you know how many unnecessary things in the world.

- Worn panties, birthday boy. Blue helicopter's already here.
- Lois, I think we usually say "knock-knock", not "worn panties".

- Tomorrow is my birthday, I want to spend it with you. You decide how, but it must be the best birthday.

- But I get your presence on the most important events in the life of Jack.
- I would like to go on his birthday.
I said the most important events! Prom, wedding, divorce, funeral. All! One of the big four.

If the day after your birthday you go into a store and say "Give me a bottle of bread"... so the holiday was a success.

Elvis - the king and I the Queen. I told you that my birthday coincides with the anniversary of his death?

I'm sorry, but I did not understand the gift narodenia? What is it?
- A gift that you do not give birthday, of course.
Alice thought.
- I prefer gifts for birthday, - she said finally.
- And here is the reason! cried Humpty Dumpty. - How many days?
Three hundred sixty-five.
- How many of you have birthdays?
One.
Three hundred sixty-five minus one - how much will it be?
Three hundred sixty-four, of course.
- ... Okay, three hundred and sixty four days a year, you can get gifts on the day of prodenia.
"Quite right," said Alice.
And only once for a birthday!

Babineck, please, let me have a birthday, please! Native babineck, I got good grades, all the lessons are going to do not going under the bed to climb, just let me birthday!
Get off your knees. Never stoop.

we look to the camp... eat your birthday to celebrate. Are you with us?

Let's bet that the year of my birth multiplied by 2 is the number even?

Birthday is another occasion to get together and wish the birthday boy all that he had heard in the past year.

Birthdays, like Christmas, was created for disappointment. Always conniving, pre-painted fun - it's always gun to your head: "Rejoice, I say!"