It’s your Birthday and ‘your mates’ have taped you to a chair using duct tape on the stage of your cloal fleapit in front of the howling chavvy crowd, while the local stripper gyrates in your face until you pass out! Happy Birthday son!
It’s your Birthday and you;ve decided to go to a ‘UV Party’ at your local fleapit. You and your mates have caked yourself in luminous gunk and cheap trinkets from Claire’s Accessories, then someone turns up dressed as a bloody smurf!
So it’s your Birthday and for a special treat, a stripper dry humps you dressed as copper on the stage of your local fleapit. It gets no better than this!