Today, we bring to you a very happy ending to what would otherwise have been a very sad story. You see, local resident Ana Tomi is a completely normal, functional member of society, except for one thing: she (prior to the writing of this article) had no clue when she was born. Ana, who works at the local Soybean Shoppe, remembers every bit of her childhood life, except the birthdays. “Highly sus”, mused Sheeple Dunnell, head of Hecrenews’s Science and Research team.

Ana didn’t let her lack of knowledge of her birth date bother her. She just kept on keeping on, and strove to be the best she could be, regardless of one single day. How much does a single day define you, anyways?

It turns out that your date of birth is pretty important. Tomi was prohibited from doing many beneficial things, such as signing up for an email address and creating accounts on many websites. How else was she going to be able to help a mysterious Nigerian Prince? Or watch Official HBA streams? Let’s face it. The internet is a vitally central part of our society, and here Ana Tomi was, blocked off from a great deal of it. And this was nowhere close to being it, by any means. Tomi also tried, but failed to get a driver’s license, passport, and even a birth certificate(duh)!

Without all these essential accounts and documents, it was hard, none can deny. But Ana made it through. She walks over three miles to her job and back every single day. She continually lives in fear of immigration officers knocking at her front door (@ICE, pretend you didn’t just read Ana Tomi’s full name). She even walks to the post office to send actual, physical mail every time she needs to contact someone. Only a madman (or woman) could maintain this lifestyle forever, and yet Tomi somehow manages it. On the plus side, her legs are super strong from walking all that much every day.

Many have said to Tomi, “Why don’t you just, you know, make up a birthday? You’ll be able to have an email account and everything. You could even celebrate your birthday party, after all these years!” In response to this, Ana Tomi was simply aghast. She told hecrenews intern Eif al-Tawa (who’s been on the job longer than I have, yet still is an unpaid intern) the following:

”I believe strongly in the principles of Gratitude, Respect, Integrity, and Trust, also called GRIT. To make up a random date of birth and pass it off as my own just would completely violate the principle of integrity. I have a moral code, and it’s my obligation to follow it and not do anything dishonest like choosing an arbitrary DoB for myself. No, thank you.”

(While Ana Tomi is certainly steadfast in her morals and should be commended, we at the hecrenews believe that there is no I in GRIT and that if Ana decided to just make a random day her date of birth, it would save her a lot of time (and would save me from having to write this article (I’m all about that laziness ting)).)

One thing that I may have forgotten to mention is Ana’s life long friend, Adalbert Bulstrode. You may remember him from a whole host of hecrenews articles, although he has been quite busy lately. I wonder what that old coot is up to? Anyways, Ana told the hecrenews that it was Bulstrode who finally convinced her to try and find out when she was born. Bulstrode, in a very persuasive way, sent Tomi the following email:

It doesn’t need to be said that Tomi immediately called up all the investigation organizations she knew to see if anybody would help her in this quest. Sadly, many flat-out denied. “Finding someone’s address, their bathroom schedule, that we can do. But finding a birth date? That’s practically impossible!” said one source, whose name I won’t disclose out of confidentiality. And so it went, Ana calling and getting denied, again and again until she was about 2/3 of the way through her address book. Ana called up the Phone Search and Rescue Squad(PS), and they accepted!

Although finding a birthdate was way out of their comfort zone (phones (duh)), the PS did not hesitate to delve right into the case. They combed through all manner of sources, including but not limited to gas station receipts, the statistic page of the Florida #$!$!@#$%#@-ers, and a very stinky, shady-looking dumpster.

Within a week, the results were ready. It turned out that Ana Tomi’s birth date was on the same day as her birthday! Ana was ecstatic! The mystery had been solved! Currently, happy as a lamb, Ana Tomi skips 3 miles to work every day. Now that she’s figured out that her birth date is the same as the date at which her birthday is, all she has to do is figure out when her birthday is. She’ll finally be able to drive up to the cafe in Mercedes Benz!

Whew, article all done. This story may have a sequel brewing, but I dumped that on Wopps, so it’s not my problem. All that’s left is what I’m legally required to say at the end of every article: “rat-a-tat-tat-ta”(Grandpappy 17).