You're So Unrateful, I'm Sorry!

I'm not being funny, writing you ungrateful little shat mas. Someno, my birth it was your birthday. Sunday lunch, littl one yo had a little candle and your beef doryew day, i got pork. You don't even listen to me. No, obviously, i'm only tought. I'm not ea up, but im only tot my me, bith, because i think we're all away. Da, listner, all away of last year wher i had to gone buy my own cake. And the wat a usenso last year, if you remember, during the lock out, i was on a birthday