“I’m not having any more birthdays,” Howard said.
“Why?”
“I’ve lived more years than I have years left to live. Birthdays are a countdown to death and destruction. A birthday means you have one less year to live. Who wants to celebrate that?”
“I see your point. It makes sense.” Then she said, “So...what do you want?”
Howard grinned. “A Harley Davidson motorcycle with a hot babe on the back.”
“The hot babe on back would be me.”
“This is going to be the best birthday ever,” said Howard.