Hey, you guys should come out to Clink or Jury's or Noir tonight, it's my birthday! An entire day dedicated to me or my mom, really, who popped me out of her vagina this very day all those years ago. Thanks to the old man for getting 'er done that night too, I guess. Anywho, we're thinking we'll go out for tapas and then head over to some awful place that we'd never go to normally so we can pay for overpriced drinks under the guise that I have accomplished something by being alive still. You don't have to bring gifts, if you don't want to, no pressure. Girls, remember to slut it up but not too hard, THIS IS MY NIGHT. Also, I won't be chipping in for the dinner part so when we're trying to divide the bill by 30 people, remember to throw in extra for my meal. See you guys there!
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why should we celebrate anything really? we are all just waiting for death.
nice one mustard.
We put "itemizing group bills individually" on the list already, right? Maybe even twice?
At least once. I forget. Anyway, it's worse when it's a birthday and you have to do like (X - 1)/19 + X x .20
Birthdays, like Christmas or what have you, are all like a week long now.
Don't forget to tell the doorman it's your friend's birthday. They love that shit.
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