I know what you think when you think about Valentine’s Day, because I think the exact same thing: BLOWJOBS.
That’s right. BLOWIES. But do we ever get them? No we do not. And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is why men HATE Valentine’s Day.
I use the Charlie Brown analogy. That poor, poor basterd.
Always running up to kick the football that Lucy, who is a manipulative little thing if I ever saw one, ALWAYS pulls away at the last second, making Charlie land square on his ass.
