Tuesday, February 14, 2006, 1:36 AM
Something vicious seems to have digested into the Gaffer's stomach. The clock strucked 12 not long ago and it's Valentines' Day. Free for all. Couples hangout galore while singles brag about the freedom and carefree journey they've been through all these times without a bitch f**k (boyfriend). I heard fairy tales about girls exploiting at the expense of guys and couples quarrel and rumble. I have always hope for a St. Valentines' Massacre, for the sake of entertainment and joy. Since the heydays of the Attitude Era, Valentines Day happened to fall on a Sunday in 1999. And the rest are history. It's kind of odd for couples to quarrel during a candlelit dinner, which might result in a worst scenario that you can ever imagine. Killing spree, food rage, burning of table cloths and throwing of knifes and forks galore. I always seems to have a wild imagination. Anything goes. It's a positive sign. Seriously, I have nothing lovely dovey to say to couples, shit crap and face f**k. As of this moment, I can only ponder about asking her out. Should I? Could I? All about loving her? It's all about the Bon Jovi philsophy. To conclude, stay away from love unless you are mentally, physically, spiritually, verbally and practically prepared.