37 sucked dead monky balls. 38 might be better. Wish me luck.
Happy birthday!
Good luck!
Hey, another '68! Hal Briston and myself belong to the same vintage, too. There’s others but for some reason I remember him.
Cumpleaños feliz,
cumpleaños feliiiiiz,
te deseamos toodoooooooooooooos
¡cumpleaños feeeliiiiiiiiiz!
Happy birthday! I hope this year is better for you.
Many happies! Hope this year treats you better.
I wish you a year with no monkey-balls.
Mine was yesterday. 38 here too.
Hope yours is a hundred times better than mine was and your year is even better than that! 
I’ll take the monkey balls, if nobody wants them…
Happy birthday and all that. 
Should I rename myself to “monkey”?
Yom Huledet Sameach, betenoir! (That was Hebrew, just in case.) (And you, too, Rushgeekgirl!) Here’s to hoping that 38 is better than *your * 37 and *my * 30-36, combined!
Wishing you a good day, a good year and a great life.
Happy happy Birthday! I wish you all the luck in the world!
Lynn
Happy birthday! Hope 38 treats you better than 37…
So far 40 has been OK for me!
Wait! I just had to come back to say: How many more dead monkey balls could this year have sucked if you hadn’t received the penis from Doc Cathode?
Now there’s a sentence you may never hear again.
But you’d have to be dead which might take some of the thrill out of it.
For the record, I have in fact recieved a penis from Doc Cathode.
Wasn’t even my birthday.