There may be cake.

And the guillotine.

Here's to my extremely lala friend, EeRick: Happy 18th. You are, as was so astutely noted, 'legal'. Which just means the government gets to hang you instead of putting you in juvie if they catch you doing crack. Whoop-de-doo.

I don't have many lala friends by the way, so be flattered EeRick.

Anyway, here's to you, and may your days be filled with pimple-free joy, laughter and good hair.

I see a little silhouetto of a man scaramouche scaramouche will you do the fandango...