A Problem With Birthdays

While I love getting free loot on an extra day each year, I've never quite understood the actual purpose of celebrating a birthday. Essentially, we're celebrating that a person has lived a year longer. It's a bit like saying: "Congratulations, Ron, we're surprised you made it this far. I would have figured prostate cancer or something. Let's go get some strippers!". It's just an excuse to get piss drunk once a year and be able to justify it as a rational decision. "Well, I puked on your couch, but it was my birthday, so I hope all is forgiven."

There's also the fact that people feel like they're owed everything in the world on their birthdays and that they should sit on their asses doing nothing productive simply because they got ejected from their mother's cunt on this day years ago.