Get the birthday candle ready, 'cause... here comes Chestnut's carrot cake!
I know we want this to be special, but Chestnut is a horse.
Any day he's not being made into an Ikea meatball is a birthday.
And remember, even though it's his tenth birthday,
we have to pretend he's six or he'll be in a bad mood all week.
Surprise! Happy birthday, Chestnut!
Max! He was supposed to do that!
What? I know what he wished for.
That one day, he and I live in a world
where our love is recognized and we have the same rights as gay couples.
There you go, baby.
Hey, look, his shoe just fell off.
Or maybe he kicked it off 'cause he's getting ready to partay.
What are we gonna do? We don't have any money.
I wanted a massage last week, so I just sat next to someone on the bus who looked like he'd touch me.
I may have an idea how we can get 'em.
A guy I picked up at Oktoberfest is a blacksmith.
At least I think he was. I remember a leather apron and something being heated in a fire.