Post Birthday Post

Well, no one sang me a birthday song. I tried really hard to live up to my name but it just didn't happen. I ate a few things, had a few beers, and I fell asleep. As I slept I dreamt that I had built a huge mountain of grass clippings. Inside this mountain I had been pouring waste oil and over the years it somehow turned the mountain of grass clippings into a volcano. The volcano erupted and just before everyone was killed I woke up.
What does this have to do with anything? Well I sure don't know.