Happy Valentines Day

I don't know what's so happy about today. It's just a day in the year where florist makes a killing out of love sick puppies that humans prefer to call men. It is one day in the year that men goes crazy with their wallets buying worthless flowers for millions of mullah (which means money!) all for the sake of pleasing a girl that shouldn't require more than a few words of love from the men. Any girl who demand super expensive flowers on the day that flowers are at their most expensive are obviously not worth the money spent. I mean, you can only get laid for so much money. Any more, go find a hooker.

On another note, while I'm not at all crazy about this...commercialized, flower giving, wallet burning semi-holiday wannabe, I do know that flowers makes a girl's heart melt like hot knife through butter. This is a reliable tip I got from my erstwhile student, who is by the way, a woman, and as such, deserves attention. So guys, just buy the goddamn flowers and be done with the day already!

Jessie...wish I could spend the day with you. Too bad you don't read this. Oh, well, fate.