The Birthday Boy
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SERGEI!
Today is all about my man, my main squeeze, my lover, my friend, the father of my children, the smartest and sexiest man I know, my number one boy-fren, the man I will grow old and cranky with.
Today, dear friends, Sergei turns 35 years old!
I pieced together a football cake last night, covered in chocolate jimmies and frosting laces, which we will eat tonight after a casual dinner at a restaurant of his choosing. Then there will be the opening of gifts, many cards, many kisses. And hopefully a little love-makin' later!
Feel free to email him your birthday wishes, boobie photos, and quips (demetri33@yahoo.com).
Love ya, honey!
posted by Mona Buonanotte @ 9:18 AM
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Thank you, Puss.
Oh, they are supposed to be footballs. When the photo first came up, I thought for sure they were breasts.
Sergei: We have to muffle the headboard on the bed, we really need to.
jo(e): Next year, two cakes...one kid-friendly, one XXX!!!
I am sending you a headboard muffler, a lock for your bedroom door, and a picture of my ass, which also doubles as padding!
GREAT cake, Mona!
Is that coconut on top, or chocolate shavings, or...?
Are you gonna pop out of it later? ;)
Er, what are chocolate "jimmies"?
Is that like doohickeys?
Sprinkles. Lucky bastard. Oh, and happy birthday, Sergei. Again.
Pisser: Jimmies are just a high-falutin' way of saying 'sprinkles', must be some east coast thing. And I LURVED the picture of your ass! Yowzah!
Avatar: Sprinkles are not as good a body topping as frosting, however, as they keep rolling off.
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