Happy Birthday?

So today was my birthday. What did the sink-scofflaw-slobtometrest get me?

Oh, why thank you. I always wanted 8 grimey mugs and two greasy glasses with a nice accompaniment of filthy utensils and bacteria laden sponges. Really, what the fuck is wrong with you? Seriously, this is the type of behavior displayed by serial killers. I fucking hate you. But you can't ruin my birthday.