"The Calibrated Birthday"

A dedication to facebook Paul A. Toth In the manner of Tertullian, I'm celebrating my birthday because it's absurd to celebrate it.

Once twice three times a lady day. Tertullian said it best A woman will tell you her secrets lovers and divest all her wealth but never her age will she tell william or bill or frank or tom or ernesto the tailor. Look upon that old mons gaze he is dripping positively slipping his disguise is leaving like as to a culinary cook uses too many spices big namme brand nuances in the effort to create a New Yourk licious crisus. Adding dashes to spoon halves to dishes. Taking a good slice of meat overdosing it complete the poor wretched thing in marinade to make that thick juicy critter taste like lemone pepper. Because people want to arise ABOVE the level of the animal. They make Cake for Birthday Party. One layer of chocolate bread like yeasty substance with a Coconut Icing that has to be Brown Sugar mixed with some sort of real candy melted in a sauce pan I can never figure what they used to get that flavor of abuse defies description just say Manna at sunrisen. It has to be that something simple like a Cocoa Bean was beaten with that whisk and whipped with a blending shaker that SUCKER must have been at least all of three feet tall. Ovoided to make all that creamy CocoaNut Icing on that one-layered Coconut Cake for Birthday SURPRISE! When that person of the Hour is Adult the Candles meant TEN Years for every one of life lived long so GrandMa has Seven Candles on her once a year layer Coconut Bundt. But go ask her how old is she GrandMa says shes Forty Three. Happy Birthday Facebook Boy.