Who needs flowers when you have beer?

Indeed. Valentine's this year is a bit unorthodox, maybe even lame by most standards, but I'll deal with it. Atleast I don't have an ass full of birdshot via Big Dick Cheney. Did that really happen? If I was shot in the bum by some ignant muthafucker(vice president or not) I would be shouting it from the rooftops...Who waits twenty four hours to tell the world they've been shot by a world famous dignitary? God bless America. I leave you with one final thought on this fine, fucked up Valentines day: Flowers wilt and die after a few days but alcoholism lasts forever...show her how much you care; give the gift of donkeypunch.