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The Ever-dying Jesus on Christmas Day
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| Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me...I stink like a monkey and I'm nailed to a tree | |
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| Wow! Dad! You came. I thought you had forgotten. | |
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| I wouldn't forget your birthday. You are my only son after all. So..what do you want for your birthday? | |
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| Oh I don't know...maybe a nail-puller, a pair of pliers, to be NOT nailed to a crucifix, the sweet release of death. | |
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| Well no wonder you can't find a girlfriend with that attitude. | |
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