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Valentines Day

Valentines Day is a special time of the year when you can forget all your worries, find the person you love,
and fuck them all day until one of you starts bleeding, but why stop there?
What you can do is find a notable good looking alone on that day/night.

And have an orgy.

But, why just have it on Valentines Day?

Have orgies every so often.

I bet he has a busy schedule, being the by-normal standards attractive guy that he/she is.

Invite his friends in the meantime.

Have an orgy every day.

Chemistry in general.

I want to talk a bit about Chemistry, not the science field, but the class you take in 10th grade, or if you're retarded, in 11th or 12th. It seems that my teacher, after spending more than 15 minutes in her class, has, for some reason a deep seated hatred for every unlucky fucker to take her class. While her demanding complete perfection from students is quite understandable in a class that uses insanely hazardous chemicals; it seems as though she pushes the incredibly infinitesimal bullshit that clearly serves no purpose in the learning experience, such as writing the date and period on every one of the papers that we have due, no matter if it is attached to another that has the very same thing, and flips the fuck out when we put broken glassware in a garbage can, because she'll get sued if some retard accidentally throws away a paper he needs and cuts his hand reaching in to get it back. And the sweaters she wears... Oh! The sweaters she wears! It's like a loom and a polyester couch bore a wicked abomination to unbehold:

Gah.

Okay, rant over.
Time to sleep, and go to my favorite Chemistry class tomorrow and feel stupid.

I love you, world.

So this is a blog, Let's see what I can think of...

To all who may read this, may I say congratulations on finding this remote section of the cesspool that is the internet. Since you are here, I suppose I should reward you appropriately:

Now that niceties are out of the way, I may begin to get on with whatever the hell I thought I was going to be getting on with.

Today is Valentine's Day, and one would suppose that I would be spending the day with my female counter-part. But I'm not, and I won't be until Friday. In the day's leading up to, I will be buying her things with the meagre amounts of money i will be scraping from the bottom of the figurative and maybe even literal barrel.

:UPDATE:
The Valentine's Day dinner my father is preparing gives off a pungent odor that smells of garlic and peanut butter. Eugh.

Anyway,
you should check this out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZA1NoOOoaNw
But, what's that you say? You've already seen it??
Okay, you smug-ass internet savvy nerd.
Check this:

http://maddox.xmission.com/
There you go, bet you weren't a bombshell of knowledge with spash damage as extensive as that. Although, I guess you offhandedly might have.

:UPDATE:
The peanut butter smell has overwhelmed the garlic smell.

Moving on,
I fired up my old Xbox today, and started to play Gladius.

Blood was everywhere.