Neato! I’ll bring the pig so you can blow it again. 
Oh yeah, sure. Just so you can suck the life right out of her again? I don’t think so. All I’ll have to do is tell tater about your evil scheme and she’ll be blowing you up.
Oh wait. You might actually like that. Nevermind.
You are an absolute hoot and I so very much enjoyed meeting you while on my trip to L.A. I’m just sorry I missed out on the free concert outside of the Cheesecake Factory, but someone had to keep Banana company.
Sedate or sedated? Sedated would explain why you were the first person to pass out after dinner. Yeah, I know - You were at work at 5:00 a.m. ::shiver:: that morning.
I don’t know about her, but I was feeling the effects of the French Martini. What was the other name for it? Something nipple?
Oh and to Shayna…THANK YOU so much for being a good hostess during my trip to L.A. I had a great time and am honored to have such a dear, sweet friend. You’re the best babe. It is babe, isn’t it?
How could I miss This!!!
ARGH!!
Shayna, m’dear, Hope you had a great day and I promise I’ll make it over for one of them!!.
So, how does it feel to to be officially over the hill??
Ducks and Runs very, very fast. 
That’s what I keep telling myself, too. I was embarrassed by that, but, hey, I remember looking over a couple of times and you definitely had your eyes closed!
Purple hooter. And they definitely packed a punch! What a night!
This time in English:
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Shayna!
Happy birthday to you!
PS: 40 is still just a baby (or so I imagine, being about 5 years short of that myself, and still behaving pretty infantile!)