Happy Valentine's Day bitches.

Disgustipated

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A massively capitalist concoction, but a good excuse to enjoy a nice time with the beloved in any case.

Mine shall consist of red wine, jazz, and a ploughmans platter made by the missus, all enjoyed on our deck with views such as this
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Holy poop that is gorgeous.

Wife outta town for VD this year. So I'm gonna spend tomorrow night alone watching Pink Flamingos.
 
Disgustipated, you have certainly been talking about your "beloved" quite often lately. I'm beginning to grow concerned.
 
For Valentine's Day I just had a doozy of an essay test on 14th century Italian, 15th century Northern European, and 15th century Italian art. My hand hurts and I know I did well, but man, art douchery is quite douchey.
 
hahaha, whoa, I forgot about people saying it that way. And me being that bugged about it.

I'm much less filled with hate these days. Those folk are still fucking mouthbreathers though.
 
We exchanged gifts last year, so I got him another gift this year (a pair of boots). I didn't get nuttin' this year. D'oh. He needed the boots, though.
 
Update: He left the house and came back ten minutes later carrying a vase of yellow roses (even though I've said time and time again that I dislike flowers) and a little yellow box containing a bottle of Burberry Weekend for Women.

Me, not being familiar with the perfume: "Have you smelled this?"
Him: "No..."
Me: "Did you go to Kroger for the roses and CVS for the perfume?"
Him: *laughs* "Mayybeee"

Made me LOL. My husband = winner :lol::lol:
 
hahaha

I bought one of those tiny plastic rose lookin' things for a girlfriend many years ago. I don't know if it was for VD or what, but when I gave it to her our conversation was:

"Awwwwwwwwww did you buy this from one of the Mexicans on the side of the road?!"
"No, it's from the gas station by your house!"

She had a big bush.
 
So I accomplished what I wanted to tonight. I did some laundry, vacuumed the god damn house, and watched Pink Flamingos for the first time. I had to block the TV with my foot and turned my head for the butthole scene, but otherwise I thought that was disgustingly amazing. Pretty impressive that I couldn't physically watch something, and John Waters defense of the chickenfuck scene was brilliant.

Now it's 11:25pm and I haven't even had a drink or jerked off to bad '90s pornography yet. VD day is not yet complete...
 
For Valentine's Day I just had a doozy of an essay test on 14th century Italian, 15th century Northern European, and 15th century Italian art. My hand hurts and I know I did well, but man, art douchery is quite douchey.

Holy crap, I got a 130 on this test. What the hell :lol: