Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Be Mine: Valen-Stein

Courtesy of ksguae.com

We know this wretched day, catorce de febrero, originates from Saint Valentine. We know people have been exchanging cards since the 1600's. We know l bought myself a funny card yesterday like a lonely, nose-picking, pocket-calculating loser. No offense, Hank.

In all seriousness, why is Valentines so over-hyped? I mean, why one day a year run rampantly with roses, and chocolates, and expensive restaurants, and bad sex? Why do we need this?

And why do I usually end up buying all of it myself? Yes, all of... it.

I maintain that yesterday was nothing more than Valen/Stein day. A day where Ritchie Valens and Ben Stein consummate their sweet union via bumpin' no-no Squares during a friendly game of hop-scotch. Did I mention said game was rather challenging since Valens has been six feet under for the past few decades?  If that's not unconditional love, I don't know what is. 

And if anything, I now have a new, endearing nickname for my current boyfriend:  Necrophilia.  

Over and Out:Kshhh
-Michelle J


Okayyy, we get the idea, Stein. You can put the sex-moose ears away now...
Seriously. Beastiality is a whole-notha thing. Let's stick to one sicko-fetish at a time.

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