Don't harass me, can't you tell, I'm going home, I'm tired as hell, I'm not the cat I used to be, I got a kid, I'm thirty-three baby...
Well okay, I got a corgi, but it is my 33rd birthday today (along with my twin brother)...surprise!
Mike: Why do you keep jumping out with a cake yelling "surprise"?
Neil: It's my birthday.
Mike: Now you already knew that and we don't care, so where's the surprise?
I'm not going to go all Kelly Osbourne on ya, but if you're feeling generous and want to spread birthday cheer, give Al Weed a buck.