It's just about that fateful day again. The one day of the year that makes me want to firebomb every godforsaken Hallmark store on the fucking planet. You know the one. That day when all of your coupled up friends are all mushy and retarded.I'd love to stick that bow up that fat little fuckhead's ass and launch him into space. Yeah Cupid, I'm talking about you and I've got you in my sights you portly, prepubescent, meddling little fuckwad.
I don't understand why I let myself get so worked up, honestly. The only reason I'm still single is because I can't find a woman that's interested in me that doesn't have every goddamned mental condition in the book. I don't know why I attract the freaks, but take it from me, no matter how hot she is if she's at all into me, run away, far, far away.
I cite as an example, Allison, and Newman you can back me up on this one. Good looking, but a total fucking whack-job. And boy howdy did she ever want to go for a roll in the hay. In retrospect I'm glad I took a pass on that one. Sort of.
Really this post is just an excuse to post a picture of a hot broad in some stage of undress. So I guess this is my Valentine to me. If you don't like it, too bad.
As an aside. Any of you wondering what colour the sky is in my world?
It's plaid.
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