How is it possible you're only 39, when I'm 32?

Because I love you so much, I baked you a cake with
your favorite man in the whole world on it:

"Happy Birthday. Go fuck yourself."

(You know, actually baking that cake probably
would have taken less time than creating it.)

I love you, Mama Shakes! Happy Birthday!

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