sulebieber
8th June 2012, 07:52 PM
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Loneliness...
The looming specter of Valentine's day fast approaching.
The two key ingredients to my favorite day of the year,
February 13th: Desperation Day.
That's not a thing.
It's a thing.
Much like Valentine's Day itself,
Desperation Day dates back thousands of years.
Weddings were forbidden under ancient Roman law,
So Saint Valentine performed them in secret,
under threat of death.
That's actually true.
Wait, there's more.
This won't be.
...And right by Saint Valentine's side,
was his best bro: Saint Desperatius,
there to pick off insecure bridesmaids.
Whoa! Check on that one.
Her body is a perfect X.
Player, play on.
High V.
Oh, Jupiter,
What are your plans for me?
fifteen, and still unmarried.
And I thought Pompeii was smokin'.
Every woman wants a date on Valentine's Day.
That neediness reaches its climax...
What up... On February 13th.
A magical night,
when a ten has the self-esteem of a four,
and the depraved enthusiasm of a two.
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Loneliness...
The looming specter of Valentine's day fast approaching.
The two key ingredients to my favorite day of the year,
February 13th: Desperation Day.
That's not a thing.
It's a thing.
Much like Valentine's Day itself,
Desperation Day dates back thousands of years.
Weddings were forbidden under ancient Roman law,
So Saint Valentine performed them in secret,
under threat of death.
That's actually true.
Wait, there's more.
This won't be.
...And right by Saint Valentine's side,
was his best bro: Saint Desperatius,
there to pick off insecure bridesmaids.
Whoa! Check on that one.
Her body is a perfect X.
Player, play on.
High V.
Oh, Jupiter,
What are your plans for me?
fifteen, and still unmarried.
And I thought Pompeii was smokin'.
Every woman wants a date on Valentine's Day.
That neediness reaches its climax...
What up... On February 13th.
A magical night,
when a ten has the self-esteem of a four,
and the depraved enthusiasm of a two.
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