Roses are red. Violets are blue. Booze costs less than dinner for two. Cheers.
Happy birthday. It's time for eating cake + drinking + opening presents + dancing on the table + getting shit-faced.
Marriage is like a casino; you go in excited and optimistic but end up leaving drunk, broke and talking to yourself. Congrats.
Happy fucking whatever.
I love all of you.
Happy birthday. Let's face it: in dog years, you'd be dead.
The best memories