Another belated Happy Birthday! Have a drink on me!
Personally, as a child of the Protestant Tolerance System of America, my favorite birthday was my 21st, when I could buy alcohol. I was trashed for about a week. Now that I'm 23, it's more of a balancing act; I'm always worried that I'm about to cross the line with the Freshmen chicks at my college between being the older dude and the creepy older dude.
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