While in the midst of the morning "clearing of excess bodily fluids", I
came across an expression of melancholy. For someone to go through the effort to bake
and ice a small cake, put a candle on it, jerk off on to it,
and then eat it is one thing. It is devastating,
however, for our subject to then face the camera with a wistful smile and
proclaim, "Happy birthday to me."
Obviously not safe for work: "It's My Party!"