Valentines Day.....
Fuck me...does anyone over the age of 15 really buy into this shit?
I for one, am not going to buy fancy undies and buy hubby a power drill wrapped in a red ribbon because some poor Saint has been sodomised by advertising execs in order to earn another fistful of dollars.
I am trying to remember if there has ever been a time when Valentines Day registered on my radar.
Maybe as a teenager. When the twin torments of self obsession and desperation were worn like cheap perfume.
We would waft around school, feigning scorn and mocking Jilly Bigtits as she carried her fluffy white bear entombed in a plastic cylinder, with the ubiquitous rose pasted on top.
Really though, deep inside us all, we harboured secret fantasies of red envelopes, bouquets of flowers and pimply declarations of lust and adoration.
Thank fuck all that shit is over.
Happy V-day Big D. Nice one.
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