And you may many, many more!!!

Now for your gift... I have this lv. 13 male Eevee nicknamed Dobby, with its Hidden Ability, Anticipation, perfect IVs in Attack, Defense and Sp. Def. and a Sassy nature. Now... I just need to find a way to send it...

Yes, seriously, I have it in my Alpha Sapphire savegame.

Have a purple glitter gel pen.

*rummages through Bag of Holding*
No, I gave the Delibird present already...

*rummages some more*
She already has a Muggle-use wand... How did I even get a Muggle-Use Wand?

*rummages some more*
No, the snowglobe is a newbie gift...

*rummages some more*
Hm?

Aha!

In honor of your 19th birthday, here's Mountain Kalos Pokemon #19: Goomy!

Here's some Birthday Pizza. Don't worry, the toppings will stop fluctuating when you tell it what you want.

I guess you will need to fight the Present Samurai for it's contents.

Here's an ergonomic mouse so you don't get carpal tunnel! (Also, congrats on the recent PJO mission. That was a whole other level of stupid right there. -_-)

How *did* you get a plot hole into a cake, anyway?

Enjoy it while it lasts. Soon you'll be old... By this Board's satndards.

<3

Do we get to call you old yet? No? Bother, maybe next year.

hS

Ekhm... *looks at the Band* You ready, fellas?

GRAB THE CHAIR, BOYS! WE'VE GOT ANOTHER BUCKET-KICKER!

Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death.

The cake is on the table,
And it is awfully bright,
'Cause there's so many candles on top.
But you are so decrepit,
Your chest so tight,
When you blow them out your lungs are gonna pop.

You cannot complain
Each time you feel a pain,
Though you have arthritis and gout.
'Cause when you start kvetching,
All your teeth fall out.

So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise your glass to one more year. (GONE!)

Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death.

Your skin is so worn out and old,
All over your body it's sagging.
Especially loose is your old caboose,
You're dragging it behind you in a wagon.

Well, you're an alcoholic,
And you're blind and deaf,
And you have Alzheimer's I bet.
You're too old to remember,
But you're too drunk to forget.

So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise your glass to one more year. (GONE!)

Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death.

You're so old you smell like dust,
And now your bones begin to rust.
See that face, it's full of wrinkles.

So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise that chair to one more year. (RAISE!)

Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death.

Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to your sweet death!

We've got a whole lot of people dying nowadays, and I'm glad that you haven't given in to the peer pressure.
Doing a great job with all the writing, I must say. Lord knows how you manage to get out so much quantity and quality.
Presumably some form of dark magic.

My gift to you is: A GPS!
You can use it to locate your childhood!
Make sure to plug it in!

I give you a book of discourse, for all your discourse needs!