All that I can be bothered writing about my birthday is that I got a cake with "Brads (sic) an awesome dude" written on it in clear dark blue icing, with a hot weels racecar on the top as well. After I blew out the candles (which were individual B, R, A and D candles), I made the racecar race on the spot and got icing on it and then licked it because I have no shame. Something that does have shame is the fact that the cake's creator didn't think to put an apostrophe in "Brads". Is it so much to ask for basic grammar from a baker??!?!
Sadly, in this day and age, it is.
"Goodbye, cruel proper English usage," he said. "Perhaps we'll meet again, once our race is wiped out by a giant butt." This would not further Brad's cause, but as it made him laugh it was the most acceptable milestone to choose for the future welcoming back of strict rigidity to the written and (to a lesser extent) spoken word.