Celebrated by falling down the stairs while carrying my son. Fortunately, I landed on my back, slid about 10 feet and caught him mid-fall with my other hand. Was a lot like being shot at, where you feel like you were moving at normal speed in a slow motion movie. I wouldn't recommend it.
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a whore. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. @#%^ off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.