An old saying claims that March is born a fierce lion bringing stormy weather, but eventually retires into lamb form with bright skies and friendly temperatures. The lion/lamb transformation analogy also applies to the partying that takes place during this volatile month. An onslaught of merriment consumes the first portion of the March like a stout soaked tsunami and then tappers off as April approaches. March is like a snowball of debauchery tumbling down a mountain, growing larger every year with each new friend's birthday it absorbs along the way. The first wave of birthdays is about to hit our unsuspecting shore like a god damn monsoon, with gale force winds sure to leave you without wallet or shirt. Consider yourselves in the lion's den.
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