happy corporate exploitation of love day

I've always referred to Valentine's Day as DMROW Day (drink myself retarded on whiskey)... although I don't drink nearly as much as I used to, this day always, always without fail, inspires me to drink myself into a stupor. A 'celebration' (or a mourning..) of my lame-ass singleness. I'm about over it. Throwing rocks in the Missihippie+ drinking whiskey would be most excellent. Haha.
 
drink cheap scotch, play banjo n maybe watch some Blaxpliotation films...SHAFT or...DOLEMITE!!!! maybe even Blacula! So...a pretty regular day...I forgot Valentines day even existed...I wanna throw rocks now!

Those in love or whatever...enjoy:
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There's no such thing as love, it doesn't exist. It's all about humans trying to fool themselves into thinking they are superior to other animals by giving special names to biological processes in the misguided view that it makes them "special".
I'm 40 years old and I have never encountered anything that I would describe as love.
Humans are rooted in callous self-interest, that's why I avoid them wherever possible and prefer to remain in the woods.
If you want love go and speak to Ted Bundy, he'll tell you all about it.
Happy Fucking Valentines Day.