Last night was one of those nights where I feel like I can never complain about my life again. My wife and friends threw a pirate birthday party for me filled with hot wenches and men with eye patches. It was funny, sexy and very Arrrggg all night long. My toybox got a serious upgrade of quality paddles and restraints while my fledging photography studio got a king’s ransom of lighting equipment. I am a little humbled to have friends who care this much for me.
I have to share my cake with you though. This first cake was something I saw years ago with my ex. I made the comment that i wish I was 12 again so that I could have a birthday cake like that. Well she remembered that offhand comment and here I am at 34 with a gorgeous pirate ship cake.
But wait, there’s more!
Ashley decided to combine my love of pirates with my love of breasts and created this masterpiece.
I think those are the famous Cleavage Islands. They were made from rice crispy treats and today I will discover just how yummy they are.
Today I am thirty-four, and I plan to dine on boobs. A pirate’s life for me.