Did anybody remember what yesterday was? Of course, it was March 14. And one month before that, it was Saint Valentine's Day.
In case you do not remember, or are unfamiliar with the custom, this is the day that women make me feel like insignificant failures. We just try to be nice to you. Maybe you just want a nice dinner and drinks, like it was your first date. Maybe you want a present, like a pair of shoes. A spa day, perhaps. You know exactly what you want. You will not tell us. That would run the game. So we have to go though all of the neat girl things, and somehow guess what you want, or come up with something better.
A month after Saint Valentine's Day, ladies, it is payback.
Fortunately, our desires are simple. We like ice cold beer. We like a well prepared steak. And we love blowjobs.
March 14 is beer, steak, and a blowjob day. I hope you celebrated.
I did not. I was considered to sick. The date has been set, it cannot be changed. I have to wait until next year.
I just cannot seem to shake this disease. Self diagnosis? Bubouic plague. We still have black death in the United States. How many people do you know have dies of plague? I will be interesting, at least.
