Marc

There are two holidays that were created to be the death of all men: Valentine’s Day and Sweetist’s Day. Hell, I don’t even know if I spelled the latter correctly, that’s how much I despise it. Today, I find myself precariously thrust upon the dawn of yet another miserable, hateful Valentine’s Day. It is a day I’ve come to recognize as an annual celebration of the fact that I no longer converse with females. It’s a day that has come to signify my return to the womb as far as social interaction with the opposite sex is concerned. It’s basically another day in which I get no ass.