Somehow, our invite to the Kelly Brook birthday party in London over the weekend got lost in the mail. I blame the Transatlantic post and send my personal regrets for missing out on the celebration of thirty-four wonderful birthday candles on the cake of our delicious Britty brunette. Kelly Brook curves have caused us so much joy through the years, well, heck, she decided to put her newly single rack on fresh display for her own damn birthday. What a gal.
I’m mostly disappointed that I won’t be able to deliver my birthday present to Kelly in person. And I’m certainly not about to try to figure out how to ship a motorboat via UPS. Kelly, I’m so ready to snoggle. Call me on one of those British phones with the silly ringers. Enjoy.