Michael Keaton, you are 56 today. Unlike Harrison Ford, Bruce Willis and Sylvester Stallone, you won't be able to revisit your finest action role. Why? Because nobody wants to see a saggy, wrinkled, pasty man in a Batsuit. But perhaps you could do a sequel to The Paper, a movie that made me want to become a journalist just so I could stand in a newsroom and shout obscenities at co-workers. [Stops typing to shout obscenities at co-workers.] Yep, Keaties, we love ya. Happy birfday.
Oh, and you too, Rose McGowan (please don't shoot me with your leg!), Dweezil Zappa (I'll either get you a weasel or an easel) and Raquel Welch (cougar-licious!).
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