My Dad is turning the big 5-0!

I was mortified to hear that my Mum was going to go to the newsagents and buy some crappy invites for my Dad's 50th. When I lost my shit and told her heck no, she said she didn't want to bother me because I'm so busy. Gotta love 'em. So I've been working on my Dad's invites for his 50th birthday bash.

There's a few things you need to know about my Dad. He has a tonne of tattoos, has a bald head, drives trucks transporting bikes all over the eastern side and rides a black and purple Softail Harley Davidson motorcycle. Now you can check out the invites...

Have emailed them to my Mum for approval and to pass on to Dad. Eeeek! Hope they like them!