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What’s up guys, hope you’re doing well.
So today I’m going to be talking about what I hate about birthdays and today is actually
my birthday.
I’m 24 years old. That’s…kind of old.
That is ridiculous though. 24? Dang!
That’s almost 25, you see what I’m saying…and that’s like almost 50.
You know you’re getting old when you don’t want to draft players your age in Madden…
…which brings me to my first point: age.
After the age of 21, birthdays just serve as a reminder that you’re getting old.
But something that I really do hate about birthdays is the Facebook notifications.
I don’t know about you, but on my Facebook I have a lot of friends who are actual friends,
I have some people who are acquaintances, and then I have some people I don’t know
who they are.
I don’t know how the heck we are friends. I don’t know!
And these random people always seem to be the people that wish you a happy birthday…which
is fine.
Thank you. Thank you for wishing me a happy birthday.
However, I don’t want you to get upset when I leave a four paragraph message to someone
I know and just like your comment.
One day, I’m just going to remove my birthday from Facebook. Then, I can see who my true
friends really are.
Something else that always bothers me about birthdays is when you go out…you go to a
restaurant…Red Lobster for example…
…Personal preference…
…of course your family and friends have to say: It’s his birthday!
And what do they do? They bring out a group of people and they sing you happy birthday.
But someone please tell me why you always have to get the one tone-deaf guy.
Now I’m sitting here embarrassed cause a group of strangers are singing me happy birthday.
I’m a grown man. I don’t need this. I didn’t ask for this.
You’re embarrassed cause you can only sing one note, apparently.
You’ve got to do better.
Let’s talk about gifts for a second, shall we?
I believe we shall.
Being a grown man, I don’t really need gifts. I can get myself what I want.
I’m a grown man.
I’m happy if you just get me a card. Just get me a card!
Or some black socks maybe. You can never have enough black socks.
But please, please, please, don’t buy me any sweaters, turtlenecks, spandex. These
are things I don’t need in my life.
Just give me a gift card. I’d rather take the gift card. Really, I’d rather take the
cash.
That’s what I would rather take.
But, like I said: I don’t need anything. I’m happy with everything that I have right
now.
But if you do get me a sweater…
…I’m probably not going to wear it.
But I guess the thing I hate the most about birthdays is that people just use this day
as an excuse to be unnecessarily ratchet…to the utmost.
Dude I had four Jägerbombs right? Like, I was just killing it…after I already had
the 12 Naty Lights. 3 shots of *** like it was nothing…like I just blub, blub, blub.
Blacked out four times. I don’t even remember what happened on my birthday but it was still
epic.
So you don’t remember what happened, but it was still a good birthday though?
Yeah dude, yeah!
I guess what I’m trying to say is this:
We should celebrate life everyday, not just on our birthdays…
…because who really knows how much time we have left?
Also, please don’t be ratchet. There’s no reason for you to be ratchet, let alone
on your birthday.
But those are some of the things I hate about birthdays. What do you hate about birthdays?
Leave a comment down below. And if you want you can also leave a video response wishing
me happy birthday!
I’m old as heck, it’s ridiculous.
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What’s up guys, hope you’re doing well.
So today I’m going to be talking about things I hate about Halloween.
Let me just preface this by saying: my parents never let me celebrate Halloween.
Normally, when I say this I get one of two reactions: Oh my goodness!
I’m a grown man.