it's odd to think of Lazlo having a birthday. When you emerge from a giant egg, is it really considered a birthday? Or just hatching day? anyway, Christian, you're among the most unpleasant people I've ever met. Paint just peels from the wall you just laid against. Concrete shatters under your feet in disgust of propping up your evil. Babies wail, dogs cry. In spite of the fact I know you'll just laugh at me and jam your finger even farther up your horrible bottom, I will wish you a Happy Birthday and hope for many more. You sick fuck.