Happy birthday Steve, aka Batman, aka Crumpet Boy, aka the goff, aka Basil's slave, aka the man TCC cannot do without Have the most perfect day ever, and extend it to the year. May the radio play The Cure and Sisters all day long, all your friends turn up at your place with your favorite beer, vodka, and cake, and Basil give you the sweetest cuddles.
Happy birthday, Steve! Here's what I'm sure was a musical highlight for you from the last year. Some fine guitar freak out from Mr Gabrels. Have best day. Chuck
Dear Steve, have the best day ever. Drink, laugh and play The Cure loud. Go crazy with your friends and Basil. Have the same joyful days all year round.
Burn down the house, burn down the street! Let's get happy!
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.
Aka Pista, sang , you forgot that one... And I would add MacGyver...
Boldog szülinapot! ¡Feliz cumpleaños, steve ! You really thought you could get away, uh? As you like to say, assume your position, mister!
So, from another (not so) old (not so) Goth I wish you the best of days (hopefully with a brand new 4K TV) with lots of cake, candy, and plenty of beer. Er... and, if possible, uhm... (cough) a nurse (cough)...
And, as you are the best host ever, I'd like to give you a very special present, from your fav(b) four boys band. Enjoy, my friend! And blow that fuçking candles away!
Hats off to you, mister. Y que cumplas muchos más.