Being broke, I held my birthday in an outdoor latrine. Cause I’m too portapottie.
My birthday is over. It’s a fete accompli.
When I turn 40, I hope my sister doesn’t cry. I don’t want a mid life cry sis.
I always get drunk on my birth daze.
If you get feline poop as a present, your birthday is officially a cat ass trophy.
Dear Pun Gents, my best friend and I are having a scavenger hunt 25th birthday party and looking for a punny hashtag to keep the teams aware of each other’s progress throughout the night. ~Elsie, New York
AS THE PUN GENTS SEE IT:
For my 40th, I plan to wash my butt. Happy bidet!