Damn, I love my birthdays (Believe the hype)...

Tomorrow, on the 21st of June, I shall be 17. I'm fairly young compared to everyone else in my year, but still, there is a reason as to why I'm posting this thread before my birthday, and thats because I need to inform everyone that my birthdays kick the crap out of everyone else's birthday.

Seriously, Barham's birthday consisted of him telling us once that it was his birthda7y, and how he (Correct me if I'm wrong) got money to waste on driving lessons.

Leo got an Ipod.

Will refused a cake on his birthday, which me and Albert slaughtered.

Me, well, this is what I expect to happen tomorrow:

1. I wake up to a mountain of "Pop Tarts" and a nice coffee. I rip open the cards, take the money and laugh.
2. My family/friends phone me up telling me about how I've turned into a man. Joe is pleased.
   
3. I open some presents. A small hamster is offered to me. I accept and eat the hamster.
4. I make sure I'm not gaining weight.
5. I get into a limo and go into my form room...
6. Where I see Dan M wearing a bandana and reflective sunglasses carrying speakers. There is a large cake in the middle of the room. Everyone yells "SURPRISE!". Suddenly, "Ace of Spades" booms from the speakers. Strippers burst out the cake, everyone cheers. We party hard for the next couple of minutes, swigging whiskey, taking recreational drugs, trash the place and pass out.
7. We walk out the classroom, people cheering me on. I come across my friends, who give me many presents. Joe is pleased.
8. I guilt the poor ones who cant afford presents to buy me lunch. Once again, this pleases Joe.
9. I walk home, some homeless man gives me his money for the day. I walk on.
10. Once I arrive home, I see a massive banquit and party. Theres a vomitarian in the other room, and Steve and Albert seem to be playing Russian roulet. I open my presents, Sparky gets pregnent, we all cheer, and I go to bed...

And thats how I got my groove back.
The end...