Clint
I invented Go-Gurt.

Thank you sir. Your generosity shall go down in the annals of TFF history. I just hope I get this autograph!

I can swim completely under, but not "over" water if that makes sense haha.

Thank you :3. I will gladly accept your offer,sir.

I hope it doesn't come back to that. Especially if he came back later; that would be awkward. Probably have to kill him.

Yeah, I have a lot of hobbies and interests, too. But even when I'm avoiding them, I'm too busy to be bored. I'm too good at each and every one of my hobbies to quit, but I'd really like to try new ones. Maybe I'll put some on hold.

What awful, anti-productive, women. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Oofa! The nerve!

Here's teh cake! Happy 80th!

Headmaster, it might be time to use the Space Laser **** Seeking Missiles. I've saved some of his saliva in a jar for this occasion. We'll simply get those science faggots to use the saliva to re-program the missiles to target S.H.I.T.'s **** and to explode a few feet away from him, harmlessly. Then we utilize the explosion to find him.

I dunno what happened to that guy. We should hunt him down and ask him for an accounting of his time. If he has been keeping our interests at heart or slacking off.

I love you too, sir.

Happy Birthday Mr.Eastwood. I hope you have a great one,sir. :]

You're very welcome . It's an honour to be considered friend to the almighty Clint Eastwood. Haha

Happy Birthday Mr. Eastwood. 82 years young, and I'm sure you'll be gracing us with your presence for another 82 years. Or longer. I'm sure GDCEAA technology will be making some breakthroughs in life-expanding medical research, or cybernetics, if we haven't already. Not that you probably need it, what with your blessed colon and all.

Hey! Happy birthday! Had I known it was going to be today, I would've baked a cake or a muffin, or something! So, what's your b. day wish?

With such whiny, weak, lazy gender-fellows, tis true I feel reluctant to count myself among them, but I must admit I, too, occasionally find myself unable to do what should be the simplest of things. Only during sicknesses of course, but those women couldn't possibly have been all sick, and obviously had no excuse to make YOU change their light bulbs, or batteries... (that's just pathetic, by the way - BATTERIES? You can't change batteries? You don't deserve the right to vote, lady, if your women-rights ancestors would've taken one look at your flabs, they'd throw in the towel, girl.)
It's times like these that I feel grateful to have been home-schooled. I don't know people enough to hate them. I do have a healthy dislike of general worthlessness, though, that's probably why I'm always busy.
Speaking of which, what is with all those bored people?

Hey happy birthday Dirty Harry

All hail and sleet.

Happy Birthday Sir!