“You know me, I don’t make a big deal out of my birthdays.”

“And you know me, how I think that’s just fucking boring!”

So I made the best cake he could ever waste on his unsophisticated taste buds and served it the best way my one track mind could conjure.

(In case you're wondering I used coconut oil on my butt to make it fit the part, but that's another story.)

Oh and I invited a few guests too, because why not? We ought to watch our waistline over 40 and kindly share that cake, right?