Valentine's Day

I have a pictorial message for all those who urge me to celebrate Valentine's Day, those who wished me and to some other random people for no particular reason.

 

 

Kiss my Ass

I have always hated it.I have never understood it. Even when I was comitted, I avoided it like the plague.
Actually, it is a plague of sorts. A plague of the mind. Where logic and dignity vapourises in the bullshit concoction popularly known as 'Love'.

My First Valentine's Day:
I sat at home in my perpetual Bevdas state.She called, I think. I don't remember...some pretend mushy stuff exchanged probably. I was watching football, something far more interesting.

Second Time:
I sat at home again...skipping school. She was livid, probably. I didn't even call. <Har Har>

Third time:
Unfortunately, I tried to understand this time...called at midnight, mushy stuff...the usual. Boring. I regretted the lack of sleep the following morning.

For the past two years I have had no valentines.And I happen to be pretty happy about it.
That doesn't mean I wouldn't want to date for the rest of the year, ladies...
Call me. My personal number is 911.Ask for animal control.

Yours Soberly,
Alcohorlicks Toddler