Naturally, I'm late, but that doesn't mean this Birthday Pizza is any less tasty. Just give it a list of toppings and enjoy.

Oh, and try not to freak out too much over the adulthood thing. It's only a number, after all.

*throws cake*

Adulthood is a bit overrated, but you can still enjoy it. Or at least, you can enjoy this black-hole chocolate cake.

Good job on that growing stuff, there! Pretty tough work, you know. Lots of mitosis. And respiration.

My gift upon you is: a heap of oxygen. For respiration!

My birthday actually passed while I've been around on The Board, I just never told anyone. Look, I'm not going to judge that you're now grown up, unlike fairies and ghosts. It's a transition, you don't suddenly grow into a suit and start typing away in an office. There's my two cents.

Quite literally nothing is different. Well, apart from the fact that you can now be prosecuted as an adult, so I hope you got all the fun stuff out of the way already.

Have a towel, because I've already started the Douglas Adams reference, and it'd just look silly if I didn't finish it now. Also, your birthday may be somehow related, I don't know.

A great man once said that "There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish once in a while." With that in mind, here's a box of Lucky Charms cereal bars!

Have a shovel that digs up knowledge of how to survive!

(don't ask why I haven't used it myself in the last four years)

You are now a responsible, well-adjusted, and productive member of society. Congratulations!

If, for some reason, you are not a responsible, well-adjusted, and productive member of society, please report to your nearest Adulthood Education Center for remedial training.

(One of us! One of us! One of us!)

Okay...

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

HIT IT!

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!

Okay...

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

HIT IT!

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!

Okay...

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

HIT IT!

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!

Okay...

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

HIT IT!

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 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE
HOPE NOBODY MAKES YOU BLUE
AND YOUR CAKE DOESN'T EXPLODE IN GOO!

*blows noisemakers*

Welcome to adulthood! It's just like being a teenager, expect people expect you to have your head screwed on straight at last. No idea how that's supposed to work. :P

And a question: are you any different, compared to yesterday? Is tomorrow that different?