People who make a big deal of their birthdays are obnoxious, but people who go out of their way to ruin a birthday are the smallest, most petty humans. There's 364 other days to work with. Almost every human deserves a break, just that one day, and our Cutie is hardly Hitler.
In that spirit of humanity, the last thing I want to do on Mitts' birthday is ruin it by reminding her she is alone due to her horrible personality, poor hygiene, propensity for animal abuse, selfish behavior, and smelly cunt...leading to this big day filled with nothing.
Hopefully, the needledicked camelcuck will send another superchat from the Red Room expressing his totally real love for his poopy diapered Baby Born.