Stolen from April Winchell, but in the true spirit of raincoaster, from me to you: won’t you be my Balentine?
Happy Balentines Day!
Happy Balentines Day!
raincoaster
49 degrees latitude, 360 degrees attitude!
Stolen from April Winchell, but in the true spirit of raincoaster, from me to you: won’t you be my Balentine?
Happy Balentines Day!
raincoaster 
As you tagged it – sad and tasteless – I like it!
I figure, given enough time and bitterness, I’ll OWN those two categories.
Oh, I don’t know about tasteless – where were you when alt.tasteless.jokes was in its heyday?
Probably not born yet. Didn’t they find the mainframe hosting that in the ruins of Pompeii?
You’re just reaching puberty now? It wasn’t Pompeii, it was beneath the Coliseum and we gladiators and Centurions would joke about Greek procreation, Cleopatra and her asp, Nubian proclivities and that guy we crucified.
Hey, did you happen to meet a hunky guy with an Australian accent while you were down there? If you see him again, could you get me an autograph?
Nah, turned out he was more Greek than the Greeks. The ol’ Cleo dame had him done away with. A woman spurned and all that.
Oooh, then the rumours I heard are DEFINITELY not true. Too bad, too bad.
Oh, there is now an autograph on the archive – – –
Happy Balentines day all of my friends
Happy Balentine’s Day.
Alas, since I’ve started having a lovelife again, I’m not as bitter and emo this February. Will I be able to rip out a new “why do I go on living” post this year in traditional fashion? Only the next 24 hours will tell!