I would be carrying one end of the banner that says VALENTINE’S DAY SUCKS and marching at the head of your parade, as I have in so many years past, but . . .
. . . I’m looking at the plane ticket that’s going to take me down to my S.O. for that particular Monday and the week to follow, so I can’t be in the club anymore without being a hypocrite of the first order. After years of getting fuck-all for V. Day I say – bring on the flowers and candy!
Jodi
Fiat Justitia
I have to say John Rush, that was the funniest post I have read in a long time…
You sarcastic bastard! Wanna go on a date???
It was worth it to know that you smiled.
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You sarcastic bastard! Wanna go on a date???
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Why, you silver-tongued devil, I’d be delighted. But what kind of entertainment would be suitable to both of us these days? Bill Hicks is dead, and Richard Pryor might as well be.
I don’t honor any holiday named after a “saint”, and while I’ve never had an anti-VD tradition, after reading this thread, it might be a good idea to start one. Burning Cupid in effigy would only be symbolic, and therefore ineffective. Ruining a loving couple’s night out would only be cruel. Unless you hated both of them: then it would be sport. I’m open to suggestions.
BTW, one of my Murphy’s Laws is now a bumper sticker: Marriage turns lovers into relatives.
“You can observe a lot just by watching.” – Yogi Berra
Geez, Tyler, three years of being celibate and then the first time you get it on, you get VD? I guess true lovers DO share everything…
See? I knew you wanted me! 
Though if it makes you feel any better, I left my wife on Valentine’s Day. Wasn’t meant to be cruel, it just happened tht that was finally the dy when i realized after months of arguments and even a seperation that we were never going to work out.
So now, on the day after Valentine’s Day, I get to file the actual divorce proceedings (have to wait one year and one day in NC).
So, for what it’s worth, the luster of Valentine’s Day is a little dull for me lately, especially considering that I can’t spend it with my current Valentine. 
Yer pal,
Satan
“Fuck Valentines Day”
Hearts and roses and kisses galore...
What the hell is all that shit for?
People get mushy and start acting queer
It is definitely the most annoying day of the year.
This day needs to get the hell over with and pass
Before I shove a dozen roses up Cupid's ass
I'll spend the day so drunk I can't speak
And wear all black for the rest of the week
Guys act all sweet, but it soon will fade
For all they are doing is trying to get laid
The arrow Cupid shot at me must not have hit
Because I think love is a crock of shit
So here's my story...what else can I say?
Love bites my ass...Fuck Valentines Day!
You guys want great poetry?
Fuck off and buy Shelley’s Greatest Hits.
You know, this year’s Valentine’s Day was looking pretty good for me. I was watching the commercials and snickering at them, and for a while, it didn’t matter at all that I was alone. It was perfectly O.K. to be living in a county where there’s a bazillion times more men than women, where a TCP/IP connection qualifies as a “social life.”
Then I saw tonight’s episode of The Simpsons.
This was the episode where a regular character dies. They’ve been advertising it up the yin-yang for a while now. I don’t want to spoil who it is that dies, because some of you pathetic scum-encrusted losers might live in a scumbucket town that’s so incredibly bacward the episode hasn’t aired there yet . But seriously, folks … the episode had nothing whatsoever to do with Valentine’s Day, but the closeness of Valentine’s Day made it all the more poignant to me.
To wit:
Why the hell is it that when someone close to you dies, everyone comes by to console you and offer to help you through your grief – but when the person who’s closer to you than anyone else in the world walks out on you, nobody gives a rat’s patooty?! Huh?! She’s just as “gone” from you as if she had died, isn’t she?!! But do they console? Do they help us through our grief? Noooooooooo! They’d rather gossip about our break-up behind our backs! “I knew it’d never last,” they all say. “Good thing she left him, he was such a loser!” they cackle. “Her new boyfriend looks so much better than him!” they taunt, all nodding their heads in agreement. “And he was so socially awkward, too! Let’s all see if we can trick him into asking us out so we can slap him with a sexual harassment lawsuit! That’ll show him that geeks like him don’t deserve love or happiness!!”
Not that I’m bitter.
“Why Valentine’s Day sucks donkey c*ck?”
Oh great, just what I need to hear. Even a donkey is having a better time than me.
ROSES AGAIN!!!ARRRRRGG!! AND CHOCOLATES!!!AND A CARD WITH A FUZZY WOODSTOCK ON IT!!!
So all the females in my office wander by, all saying “ooh, he’s a great guy, be nice to him, don’t let him get away.” Yeah? If he loves me so much, where’s my engagement ring? He’s one guy NOT gettin’ any tonight.
I’m not a fallen angel, I’m a risen demon.
Kudos to the often-clever Wally for summing up my feelings towards holidays in one neat (metered and rhyming!) piece of doggerel.
I hate holidays. I don’t celebrate any of them. Not even my birthday. OK, if family and friends pull me in, I participate as expected and don’t wreck the party. That’s my social duty, and if I love, like, and respect these people, I play along with the Christmas charade. I buy presents and pretend to like the ones I receive. But my wife gets a present from me once a month, usually a book, a CD, something she’ll like for the house, or something to eat that she likes. And she never knows when she’s going to get it, but she knows a little love token is coming soon. And she does the same thing with me. Yes, we go along for the general family things, and I behave well…
BUT I JUST DON’T THINK I HAVE TO BE HAPPY ON DAY X BECAUSE SOCIETY TELLS ME TO BE SO!
(Pardon the manic-depressive rant.)