Happy Birthday Kirsten Dunst, you horrible beast of a woman. It pains me to know that not only do we share the same birth year, but we are separated by mere days (That's right y'all - yours truly has a birthday coming up on Wednesday! You can paypal me money that I will surely spend on male strippers in Canada. They show wang there!). If we had been born in the same hospital, on the same day, I would have crawled my wrinkly, sick newborn baby ass over to your tupperware box and strangled you with your own umbilical cord. But, since that was not our fate, the world gets to see you promoting Spiderman 3 again somewhere looking like one of Santa's little racoon eyed whores. Happy Birthday!