I was driving to work today, casually thinking about Bret's birthday and what if anything I could do.
I brainstormed lots of ideas and they were as rapidly discarded as they occured, (due to extreme lameness I might add) and suddenly I felt a sudden one-ness with the characters Bret and Jemaine from the show when they were desparately, sincerely and feverishly devoted to finding the perfect birthday gift for Sally. Yes, B & J must know a bit about our pain. At least enough to write it into their show!
Ah, life imitates art. (at least in my mind)