Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Freeeeeaaaaakkkkk,
Happy birthday to you!!!
How old?
Here’s a little Swedish Birthday Song 
Jag må han leva
Jag må han leva
Jag må han leva uti hundrade år!
Javisst ska han leva
Javisst ska han leva
Javisst ska han leva uti hundrade år!
Hurra, hurra, hurra!
Yours truly,
soda
In the rest of the country we sing Ja må han leva… silly pseudo-danish people 
Happy birthday freak!
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
You look like a monkey,
And you smell like one too!
Just kiddding…have a great day
Rose
…you start to forget your own friggin’ language!! Now I know how Dolph Lundgren must have felt…
Happy BD, FF. Enjoy being young enough that adding a year is a goodthing.
Whoa, thanks Trouble! Sorry I’m so late, I had a bit of an (mis)adventure today.
I am now nineteen, one of the most useless of ages. I’m already an adult, and I’m not quite old enough to drink (legally). So I’m sort of in limbo.
Anyway, thanks everyone! You gave this useless birthday some amount of meaning!
P.S. Blue, don’t call me a monkey unless you wanna see me go ape on yo ass! I am the Kong King!
Come visit up here in Canada. Here, you are old enough to drink - I’ll throw some Blue on ice for ya.
Happy Birthday!
Hippity-Hoppity-Heigh-Ho birfday, yo.
Peace out.
(heh.)
Happy Birthday Freak!
Sorry, I shoulda started this thread. Guess my Pit pursuits got me sidetracked.
Well, Happy Birthday, young one
KimKatt- Blue on ice? Hmmm, sounds like a paint cocktail.
Hamadryad- And a Hippity-Hoppity-Heigh-Ho to you my sister in freakness.
Techchick- Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll forgivc you one of these days… now, why is it I’m mad at you?
Happy Birthday, Freak honey!
And may you have many, many more.
(Birthdays, not freaks.)
Best always,
Scotti
Happy birthday.
Guess what we share? Well, I’m not nineteen, but I did get the coolest ruby and diamond tennis bracelet, so I’m happy.
Happy birthday to one of my favorite posters!!!
Happy birthday, Freak. Are we gonna hear about your misadventure?
Scotti- There won’t be any more Freaks until me and Ms. Freak settle down. And do you have any idea how long it takes for a Freak to settle down?
Frannie- You got me a tennis bracelet? Well, ok. It isn’t too girly is it? Did you keep the receipt?
tubagirl- Awww, it’s good to know I’m someone’s favorite poster. So does this mean you’re gonna pin me to the wall? After all, it is my birthday. And I should get something better than this crappy tennis bracelet. Oh yeah, thanks Frannie!
Kat- I’ll tell you about it, as soon as I can remember more of it. Suffice to say I’m suffering from a hangover that would make a good monster in one of those Japanese movies. Last night, lightweight Freak Freely stepped into the ring with heavy-weight champion, The Green Death (AKA Special Export beer). I lasted quite a few rounds, but in the end it was a clear-cut KO. Have you ever woken up in the morning with a chicken who’s name you don’t even know? If you have, then you might have some idea of how I feel.
Happy birthday to you, Freak! Sounds like you celebrated it in style, though I want to hear, in sordid detail, about the chicken. We know you’re missing the Freakess, drunk and molesting poultry is no way to go through life, son!
I heard that in a movie, sorta.
You’re a great guy, and your posts are a delight, Freak. Damn glad I got to meet you and to wish you many happy birthdays to come!
Veb
You’re so very welcome (I think).
Happy Birthday Freak!
Say, you’re nineteen? I am also in Canada, and am waiting with baited breath to turn nineteen (just a little over a month away). Come for a visit up here and get loaded. But, for now, here’s a congradulatory bottle of champagne. Just don’t tell the cops that I’m passing this on to you.