My problem with this piece of shit holiday is that your expected to give the someone something and if you don’t she will give you shit about it and all her friends call you names. I think that giving things to people when it expected is shallow and meaningless. Not to mention that the prices are jacked up and you have to wait an ungodly amount of time waiting to eat dinner out.So I have a suggestion, why not take a calender of the year and throw a dart at it. Whatever day it hits make that your Valintines day. Buy her the flowers and take her out and all the crap.  I think that will mean more, especially since it a suprise.  Here are the VD card I will be sending out (meisch.org):

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And a song to commemorate the day
I’m the Man who Murdered Love by XTC:
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?He was begging on his bended knee
For me to put him from his misery
He hadn’t worked at all this century
Said I’d do a job for all humanityI’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?I put a bullet in his sugar head
He thanked me kindly
then he layed down dead
Phoney roses blossomed where he bled
Then all the cheering angels shook my
hand and said
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
Oh it’s the middle of the song
I’m guilty, I’m guilty, I’m guilty
And then I turned and said
There’ll be no more pain
from broken hearts
And no more lovers to be torn apart
Before you throw me
in your dungeon dark
Your honour, they’ll be putting statues up
In every park
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
So dear public I’m here to confess
That I’m the one who freed us from this mess
Love won’t be calling at your adress
‘Cause what you never had you never miss,
I guess
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
If you never, ever use it
You know you’re gonna lose it
If you never, ever kiss it
How you ever gonna miss it?
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