Ahh Valentine's Day. Hallmark and FTD's annual bitch. The day where florists and card makers cash in like whoa. Give you best or worst (or both) Valentine's Day story.
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I'm a dicotomy of self. The example of self-irony. I am wise, yet ignorant. Chivalrous yet chauvinistic. Life altering problems don't bother, but grit on me in the streets and we'll have a problem. I would be considered in the "hip" generation by most baby boomers which is somewhat accurate. I am defined by/define the hip hop culture as the culture that embraces individuals, not idioisms or set ideals. I talk A LOT....ergo the existence of my blog.
About Me
- Brother Kojak
- I don't pay the mortgage, my wife pays the mortgage. In fact she pays all the bills while I go out and buy a new car. She still drives her old car that's falling apart.
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People have stories? They are lucky to have at least a story....
I once had 2 girlfriends and I slept on Valentines Day with both of them.
The next day I had none.
"You were cheatin'...
Caught you cheatin'...
From the windows to the walls, skeet-skeetin'" Little Brother, "Cheatin'"
Silly question... but what does tttt stand for?... and i have no stories...
TTTT stands for "Tell The Truth Tuesdays". Only a few people read this blog and sometimes the assumption is that everyone is on the same page.
Good question, boo/
Late to the party but in 2001 I got my wife something nice for VD; at this point I don't remember what. Certainly flowers were involved but I don't recall what else.
She got me a red T-shirt.
Between the gift itself and its presentation, I don't think I've ever gotten a more perfunctory present. Within three days after that she told me she wanted me to move out.
Whether that's the best or the worst is left to the reader to suss out...
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