Let's just stop counting in the early 30s shall we?
Who cares how it looks? The birthday boy will undoubtedly be stoned enough to eat anything.
Why waste time and money on cake? Just tape a sparkler to a keg and you're good to go.
This sandwich is my favorite kind. The bread is made of cake and instead of pb&j there's just a ton of frosting.
At some point we all just reach "old" and then people just call us "old" until we die. Damn kids.