My wife threw me a surprise party. That's the great news. The bad news is that she waited. A long time. An inordinate amount of time, really. Long enough that one might think that I wasn't having a party at all. Long enough (hypothetically) for a person to accuse his wife of not actually doing anything for their birthday. Long enough for a person to believe that they were forgotten and not think that there was anything going on. Yes, I was surprised. Even more surprised, when the event turned into a roast of me. I sat there as story after story was told and I was not allowed to respond. Just sit there and smile. Brad took the cake with his amazing story of his third fella.
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