There once was a girl who blossomed into a woman on her 30th birthday. Somebody offered to pop her cherry, and she was this happy:



So happy that he had to do this:



"I'm fabulous! I'm fabulous!" she kept repeating throughout the night.

The reason? Why, this, of course:



Notice the slight shift from haughty reluctance (see photo above) to this:



Ahhhh. Fabulous, indeed, is the word.

Such was her fabulous happiness that everyone cheered and rejoiced:



Huwaaa!

Belated happy birthday, Goddess! :-)