I know, I know it’s a shameless plug.
But how many of us can resist the urge to acknowledge our deep sense of misery at reaching the awkward age of 31?
Here’s to another year of conspicuous consumption, anal retention, disorganization, snobbery, procrastination, bad taste, arrogance, irresponsibility, cynicism, substance abuse, OCD, irreverence, yobbery, tardiness and all the qualities that make me… well…. me. All that and I’ve got a nice, charming chin. Oh and fabulous man-boobs too. No prizes for guessing the perfect birthday gift for me then. Make it pink and lacey in a C-cup please.
The arsenic and the beers are on me. Cheers!