Ah, that most wonderous of days, that event that I share with 1/365.2425 of the population (roughly speaking), that most sanctimonious of moments, the annual celebration of the Birth of Frank! Let the festivities begin! Parades! Carnival! Those little wiener dogs wrapped in dough and skewered with brightly colored toothpicks! Bring on the presents, before my editor runs out of exclamation points!
And just for the sake of argument, I'm starting a list of my favorite flicks. Feel free to complain; I'll feel free to ignore you.