"He awoke and walked to the mirror. After screaming "WHY?" He stared into the mirror and cried. For like 25 minutes."
It was his birthday. A man named Dr Zibbs."
"Then, he went to his computer and saw all of the birthday greeting from his Blog and Twitter followers. He knew it had nothing to do with him reminding them his birthday was coming up. He knew, as others do that people wrote reminders on calendars. They made use of the "tickler file" system. Some called their work phones to remind themselves of this special day. January 8th."
"Later, when Dr Zibbs looked on his blackberry, there were even MORE greeting from Facebook followers. He was humbled."
(Close up of the back of a super classy wicker chair. The chair turns and Dr Zibbs appears)
Hi everyone. I'm the Internets Dr Zibbs. And I'd like to thank you all for the birthday wishes.
There really were so many wishes sent my way. It almost makes me feel bad for people that have no friends and then on their birthday the phone rings and they run to it in anticipation and it just Kohl's on the phone or something. Something about some candles that were on back order or something. I don't know. Maybe that person is you. Who knows? If it is though, stop selfishly thinking about yourself on this day and start celebrating my birth. Zibbs style.
And remember, gifts are God's way of saying you care*.
*Cash gifts are always welcome but get creative. What about emailing me a coupon for beers that you're going to buy me when you meet me? And be sure to write "no expiration date" on it because if you even say that the coupon expired when I finally meet you I will turn around and walk right out of the bar. I will. Also, I do NOT want a snuggie.