There's not much to talk about except that adiumstay iascofay I'm ignoring, but the hell with it. It's my birthday and I don't have to entertain you people. In fact, you should be entertaining me. Find an animal that doesn't fit into this system of classification:
(a) those that belong to the Emperor,
(b) embalmed ones,
(c) those that are trained,
(d) suckling pigs,
(f) fabulous ones,
(g) stray dogs,
(h) those that are included in this classification,
(i) those that tremble as if they were mad,
(j) innumerable ones,
(k) those drawn with a very fine camel's-hair brush,
(m) those that have just broken a flower vase,
(n) those that resemble flies from a distance.
And what could be more birthdayish than my favorite birthday song, "Happy Birthday" by the Birthday Party? Do yourself a favor and get it here. That's my present to you, the reader. It's no dog chair, but it's the best I can do.