25 is the last real celebratory birthday. There's 16 when you get to drive, 18 when you get to vote and die for your country, 21 when you get to drink, and finally 25 when your car insurance becomes reasonable.
After that, it's all downhill.
Oh, Happy Birthday and stuff.
Edited, Jun 9th 2006 at 9:28am EST by Kakar
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Some people are like slinkies, they aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.