How it is that a pseudo holiday with all sorts of bloody origins ended up being the official gushy lovetastic extravaganza that is Valentine’s Day, only Hallmark really knows. Be that as it may, I shall honor the day with a few words of wisdom:
Is it me or does anyone else think Sweethearts are just re-purposed Tums?
A minor revision to the aforementioned Valentine’s Day firearm ruling. If your woman is in possession of what I can only assume is a fully loaded chocolate Grand Marnier gun, and arrives wearing a chocolate getup that looks like something out of a Russ Meyer film, you may still be taking your life in your hands, but at least you’ll die with a smile on your face.
And lingerie, trumps them all -Madame Paradox