My sister-in-law turned 35...
there was a great party that lasted all day and all night (with an impromptu acoustic jam in the rasta shed)...
there was a cake created in the likeness of Renee's disgusting and painful leg wound...(mmmm, red velvet)...
there were cute & well-behaved kids, cute & (mostly) well-behaved grown-ups...
My brother, admittedly, throws a way better party than me.
(so, Rob, my 35th birthday...April 6th...hook it up, would you?)

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