I see you have escaped the gallows for another year.
I was thinking that, as a special birthday present against you for all of your friends, I would disclose all of the stupid things you have done in my presence.
I set about to record them but it turns out that the blog has space limitations.
Ah well, truth be told, I'm pretty fond of you.
So, Happy Birthday, Stupid. Since your insurance rates probably went down last year, I don't have any "gifts" for you.