Today is my birthday with an old friend (he’s a motorcyclist, that matters), this morning I write to him:
"Happy birthday to you! A long, smooth and happy life path) and a postcard with a bike and a road going into a beautiful distance I throw.

He is "Thank you! I don’t want a peaceful and peaceful life. Is it possible to turn and turn?"
I: "Okay, you want to do it))"

The evening
He: "Ironia of fate (instead of a festive cake received from fate a broken bowl in the toilet)..."
I: "he-he, asked for the stitches, get it;))"