Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday, manhattan
Happy Birthday to you!
Would you like to give the birthday spankings or recieve?
Either way, the line forms behind me!
I have to get in on this one! Happy B-Day, manny! And I’ll do spankings whichever way you want them, also. 
Happy birthday to my favorite mod! [[Note to all other mods: I’m just kidding; you know I like you best.]]
I hope the next year beings you health, happiness, and just enough surprises to make life interesting.
And if its all the same to you, I’ll just give and receive cake. 
Best birthday wishes to Manny the Uncanny on this, his 97th birthday. Happy birthday, grandfather hattan.
ooo! Let me get in here
:: wrestling with Arden ::
LET…ME :: pushing her aside ::
OW! LET…Me just say… :: Arden trips her ::
HAPPY :: arden clamps a hand over her mouth, jarbaby bites down ::
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANHATTAN I LOVE YOU I WANT TO BE YOUR SLAVE
:: Arden pushes her out of the party and locks the door, wipes her hands clean ::
jarbaby
Happy happy birthday! May you have a hundred more.
Happy birthday MANHATTAN!
Wishing you a happy and - um - healthy birthday.
Manny’s another year older? Wow. He doesn’t look a day under 54, does he?
::raising can of Grolsch::
To your health, pal. Manny more happy and succesful years. And remember: pecunia non olet. How’s the Guzzi Savings Plan coming along?
Happy birthday, Manhattan! Another year of fighting the good fight, huh?
And Hey, Manhattan is also the name of a single by Prefab Sprout, just in case you didn’t know. But don’t listen to it. I hate thinking of you saying “What?” like fifteen times during the song.
Well, now that the little trollop is gone…
Happy birthday, Manhattan.
Happy B-Day, Dude! May you have Hundreds more!
Hope you had a happy birthday, manhattan, though a happy birthday is probably small consolation since dealing with the Teeming Millions has no doubt taken years off your life.
No, really: happy happy.
Happy birthday, manny! smooch
Happy birthday. Your 11, right? Regards, Opie.
Proof read, proof read, spell check, spell check. Not your, rather you’re.
Happy birthday Manny
Passing a virtual martoonie—Ok I’ve been celebrating a little already.
Happy birthday, manhattan. That box of Cubans is coming your way now.
Here’s to a very happy birthday, manny!
Happy belated, manny. May, um, the good shit be unto you, or rather, the lark of eternal, uh, booty calls, trill sweetly upon you.