Here, have a video. My favorite line: “…'til Cupid, that bitch, puts a cap in your ass… don't fuck with love.”
Hell's yeah SCK!
Amen! Preach on my sister, eff love.Suzi
Sheesh, for romance lovers we're pretty down with love. LOL I bought my daughter chocolate (therefore I get to eat it – method to my madness).
So you've finally figured it out, eh? I did years ago. Got a little burial ground in a secret location to prove it.
Husband Cemetery — hey, maybe if I wrote about it, I could become the next Stephen King!
So my husband says to me, “we're not doing anything for Valentine's day this year, are we?”
Me thinks you need more cookies.
Chris: Awww, thank you. I will accept that as my non-Valentine's Day present. 🙂
Katiebabs chook: Us single girls gotta stick together. 😉
Suzi: I believe that I may have a cookie delivery for you. Hopefully the censorship bastages won't burn 'em before hand.
Tam: “Sheesh, for romance lovers we're pretty down with love. LOL”
We are, aren't we. LOL. I have been rewatching QAF so I figure vicariously getting lots of promiscuous sex will make me feel better about all this hearts and flowers crap.
KZ: I figured at the age of 35 it was time to do away with childish things.
Husband cemetery?? I had this image of a cemetery filled with white teddy bears with red bows and velvet cushions saying 'Be Mine' suddenly coming to life. I think I'm disappointed.
Wren: *sigh* What a romantic. You lucky girl you.
MsM: Hun, if you're baking, I'm so there. 😉
Hey, another snow c0ck! This time in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. Crazy that they had enough snow for sculpture, eh?!
What the hell is the matter with young people in the US today that they go about making snow cocks?? God, you'd think you all are obsessed with sex over there or something.
You're just jealous because you won't ever have enough snow to erect one of your own. 😀
Caught me. LOL.
Just a little anxious Sissy…
Without some sort of romance you would not be here!
Loved the story, so many thanks to Wren. It is so nice that all of the KNGB CYOAs are quite different from each other.
Chris: Here down under, we erect only the real things.
Kris: Yeah, to hell with Valentine's Day but I have a soft spot for teddybears and seeing one of them brutally murdered just killed me. 😦
I was honestly contemplating killing the next radio announcer who mentioned Valentine's Day on Friday. Methinks PMT + Valentine's Day leads to homicidal tendancies *grin*
And I was kidding about the homicidal thoughts…
RIP Teddy Bear (I'm with you Matthew – I like them 🙂
Mumma: “Without some sort of romance you would not be here!”
Are you really sure you want to tell the story of my conception?? Cos I seem to recall there being more than a little booze involved than chocolate covered strawberries…
Matthew: I like teddy bears too. Hell, I still have the first bear given to me on the day I was born, but fucking hell save me from fluffy white ones with red, heart-shaped paws. Actually I'm pretty sure that they are Gremlins in disguise because they seem to multiple only under certain conditions.
Orannia: *snort* Sure you were, hun. FYI, though, I hear that the combination of PMT and Valentine's Day has got some women off from homicide. Something you should keep in mind. Just in case. *g*
Kris, you so need to read “Jesus Loves Me” by Elizabeth Donald. One of those evil teddy bears with wings that sings “Jesus Loves Me” but extra evil because it's a Donald. (It's in Setting Suns and the Literary Underworld is donating portions of sales to a family that lost everything in a house fire.
It's Lupercalia. Chase someone you are hot for around the bedroom with a whip!
My mommy gave me a card with a horsey on it running on the beach and gummie Sweethearts. Woo hoo for my V-day.
Angelia: LOL. I'm so there. I like it when it's the cuddly things that go evil. Kinda like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man in Ghostbusters. *g*
Katiebabs chook: Well, at least you got something. I bought myself a six pack of corona and some msg in a noodle box so you're one up on me. 🙂
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