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he tradition of celebrating one's birthday has always been to me rather curious: ticking one more year off the allotted time you are to be alive on this planet. Some may say it is a celebration of life; others would claim it to be a celebration of one step closer to death. Personally, I like to drink a lot and act stupid, grope my friends' spouses and puke on their shoes.

In any case, it seems an annual occurrence these days that every February Izolda, my snookles and fleshy mate, throws me a wonderful party.

Instead of more knick-knacky gag gifts and junk I will never use, the last couple of years, I've asked for different stuff.