Happy Birthday, Sherri!

(a cock cake for my favorite pole dancer)

photo credit: Cake Dots’ Wedding Cake, Ltd, Columbus, OH.		 A sincerely Happy Birthday wish goes out to my OLD (but not yet entirely enfeebled) friend, Sherri, who has amazingly made it through the age of 40 today!

40 years old. Can you believe it? Geez, that’s like 480 months! Or, 2,080 weeks! Damn, you’re OLD, woman!

Everyone please wish Sherri a happy birthday by unexpectedly breaking out into the birthday song of your choice at extremely inappropriate times, such as in the middle of an important meeting, on an elevator full of representatives of a major account, or while standing naked in the middle of the wrong bathroom! Or perhaps more naturally for some of you, by leaving the penile/ejaculate/sexual innuendo of your choice in the comments below.

Well, gosh, Sherri, I’d have thought you’d have said thank you by now, but I guess you learned long ago not to talk with your mouth full. Good girl! Happy birthday, Sherri! Now you’re seriously at the head of your class! And here’s hoping your favorite creamy filling satisfies you from head to toe today!

5 Comments, Comment or Ping

  1. Grandma

    1

    Commander, I must say you exceeded my greatest fears, um, I mean expectations with this lovely birthday tribute. I thank you.
    I must however remind you that, although I acknowledge my advanced years, you my friend, are OVER A YEAR OLDER THAN I.

    Nov 7th, 2007

  2. Mr DeBakey

    2

    Wow
    By the looks of that Cake ornament
    Sherri must be exciting

    Nov 7th, 2007

  3. FranIAm

    3

    Happy Birthday Sherri!

    And Commander, do you know where my husband can get me that cake by Monday?

    Nov 7th, 2007

  4. pissed in NYC

    4

    Nice cake. Happy Birthday Sherri.

    Nov 7th, 2007

  5. distributorcap

    5

    hbd sherri
    nice cake

    i wish i was 40 again

    Nov 10th, 2007

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