Birthdays are supposed to be the one day a year when you’re allowed to drunkenly yell “It’s my birthday!” and have the day be all about you. Except when you’re yelling “IT’S MY F*CKING BIRTHDAY!” on Christmas, you’ll probably be met with more than a few dissenting glances. You can’t put your birthday up against Jesus’. There’s really no winning that one. But even if your birthday falls on a holiday as arbitrary as Groundhog’s Day, you will always know that you’re being upstaged by a rodent. After all, a groundhog can predict the weather, while all you can do on your special day is sloppily sing along to Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing.” Groundhog: 1, You: 0.
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